[Dungeons] Slytherin Territory

[Ricky Daine]

As the day drew to a close and Potions class let out for the day, Ricky found himself in a predicament. Either stay here and wait out the exit of all those filths, or go and risk being touched by one of them. He respected Vance so staying wasnt a problem, as Vance respected Slytherins and didnt mind them sticking around, the only problem was, the fumes of the potion they had been brewing was giving Ricky a bad headache and he really wanted out of this classroom right now. He put his head in his hands, the locks of blonde hair falling over his fingers as he let out a painful groan. He waited for five minutes and looked up to see Vance looking at him as though he was going to make Ricky brew another potion if he stayed any longer, so pushing back his stool he stood up and gathered his things before doing a sort of army salute and walking through the door of the potions lab into the Dungeon corridor.

To anybody but a Slytherin, the dungeons were a maze, but Ricky knew them like the back of his hands and instead of following everyone out and going to the great hall, Ricky went left and turned the corridor, heading further into the musty dungeons. It was dark down here which was helping his headache, dark places gave Daine's headache a sort of soothing effect, light hurt his eyes when he had one, which inevitably made his head twang even more. He didnt have to pay much attention to where he was going as his feet guided him and his mind told him where to go without realising it.

They still had two days left of the assignment set by Vance, but Ricky had finished that earlier in the week, somewhere between needing a rest from everyone and that fight in the common room, which was popular knowledge now between the Slytherin clan. Most of the Slytherins who had spoken to Ricky about it shared his disgust about having a blood traitor in their house and agreed that something needed to be done to regulate who came in their house. Ricky could only assume the Sorting Hat was losing its touch in the old state it was in. In fact he was willing to bet that it had been muddled, he had seen some Gryffindors with tempers that should have been put in Slytherin, and some Slytherins that should be Hufflepuffs. Either way, something needed to be done, and fast.

He leant himself on a wall in the heart of the Dungeon, the only sounds that could be heard we're a dripping sound and Ricky's breathing. There seemed to be a leak coming from somewhere which wasnt surprising as some of these corridors lead under the lake. In years to come he wouldnt be surprised if it was submerged. Moss and goodness knows what else was growing down here.

"What do you want?"

He had a feeling someone else had entered where Ricky was and he was not in the mood for pleasantries or games. He didnt know who it was, but if it was filth, Ricky would make sure that he or she would never leave this dungeon.

[Evra Thorn]

“Move it scum!” Evra snarled as disgusting filth blocked his path. Who were they to stand in his way; they had no respect for their superiors nowadays. Hufflepuffs befriending slytherins aswell, what was becoming of this school? Pretty soon it would not be up to the standard it should be. The wizarding world was becoming tainted within these very walls. Mud-bloods lurked in every corner, and this was the highest place of education?

It had been one of those days, Professors giving house points to those most undeserving of houses. The Hufflepuffs were leading the house cup for Christ’s sake, if that was not signal that something needed to be done about this school then what could be.
Evra was not fully paying attention to where he was walking. Deep in his thought, seething at such injustice and muggle loving. There was only one place remotely cleansed and Mud-blood free in this place. Barging through a small huddle of lower years, he made his way down into the dungeons.
There were still others leaving their lessons, a noisy gaggle, though one glimpse of Evra’s sneer made them move silently and as close to the opposite wall as they could. If he had not been in such a mood, he would have smirked and took slight enjoyment at such a fact.

Evra made his way deeper into the dungeons, not coming across anyone now. Until he rounded a corner and a voice resounded down the corridor.
“What do I want? Watch who you’re speaking to boy.” Evra spat, he had very little tolerance when anyone addressed him in such a manner. How dare they. Evra looked on seethingly at the boy whom had addressed him. Daine, he recognised him from the quidditch match, one of the only decent players out there.
“I would expect a more civil tongue from you Daine. Though I spose I shall let you off for now.” Evra stated with slight venom, though he had never had issues with Daine before, he was a proper Slytherin much like himself. Noticing Daine with a hand to his head, Evra smirked slightly though not lifting his tone, “Bad day too, huh?”

(that was awful .. i do apologise dude.)

[Ricky Daine]

Ricky looked up when the sound of Evra Thorn's voice rang through the dungeon. Not to mention Ricky's head, the sound vibrated off the walls and in doing so, only increased the throbbing going on in his temple. Ricky was not in the mood for a debate on who was the biggest Slytherin here, he had a headache and usually he would have come up with a decent comeback, though thinking just made his head hurt so he stood there, leant against the wall with his hand over his eyes.

"You suppose?" Ricky groaned, "I'll count my lucky chickens then shall I?"

Daine knew Thorn was one of the nearly-extinct true Slytherins in Hogwarts, and due to this, Ricky obviously respected him, though the only person he truly trusted was Erys. He was a Slytherin, the number of people he trusted, truly trusted would always be low, Ricky never had any friends, he didnt particulary like friends but he did have those like Erys who were probably the closest thing he would have to a friend.

"Only in the sense of having potions with a bunch of Mudbloods, Mudblood lovers, not to mention blood traitors and traitors to our own house!" Ricky took a breath and moved his hand from his eyes, "Did you hear about that one?"

[Fury Nightingale]

The last time Fury had ever a right mind to go in to the dungeons was when Kendal Montgomery had shot past her, being chased by an exotically spotted feline that seemed bigger than your average housecat. She herself wasn't down there to chill with the Slytherins - despite how good that sounded right about now - but to drop by the potions classroom to get the pack of cigarettes she accidentally left there. Well, smokes was stretching it, she had left some 'questionable' materials in there so to speak, and it would be a miracle if Vance hadn't found them and confiscated them. See, this trip wouldn't seem conspicuous had she not been clothed in Slytherin robes. Actually, everyone thought she was one of the snakes anyhow, by her personality, and how she had that serpentine look to her. Even people in her house didn't know she was, well, in their house. Plus she never wore her Powder 'Puff robes, they were gross. Despite the fact she never wore the school uniform/robes, here she was, down here dressed like a snake if only to avoid their questioning. She wasn't in the mood.

Walking up to the Potions classroom, thin fingers wrapped around the door knob, Fury gave a quick rattle of her wrist, pausing to bask in the disappointment that the door was locked. Vance must be out. As a grin touched her lips, she withdrew her wand, pointing it at the lock and muttering, "Alohomora." The huge door opened with a muffled click, and creeked open, leaving her standing there with a satisfied look on her face. Striding inside and over to her place at the back (vandalized desk and all) she checked underneath it, then around it, then inside it, expression a frown now. Where was it? Frustrated with looking, she kicked the chair over, craving a fix yet unable to get one thanks to the little thief who took it. And who did she run in to after she left the room, re-locked it, and trekked a ways further in the dungeons? A Slytherin girl, fifth or sixth year by the looks of it, puffing away with a dreamy look on her face.

What happened next would probably be heard by the pair of Slytherin boys a ways further down, as Fury's clenched fist solidly connected with the girl's jaw. "Those were mine." She snarled, after finding the stuff had been used up by her. That had cost her a pretty penny, it didn't come cheap, and it wasn't as if she had cash to throw around wherever. The girl's face flung sideways as fingers hit face, nearly-used-up joint spiralling out of her mouth and landing god knew where. Advancing on her, Fury landed a kick at the chick's stomach, eyes flaming as she raised another hand to her. The snake deserved it, should have known not to take things that didn't belong to them. Funny how that thought sounded, seeing as she was dressed in their robes. For all they knew, two hot Slytherin chicks were having a fight in the dungeons.[/size]

[Ricky Daine]

It had been some time since Ricky could remember having some quiet time. The last time he had tried he had run into another Slytherin girl, Vanessa who seemed to have more than just boy issues on her mind but Ricky wasnt all that interested in other peoples lives so he didnt question it. The only person's life Ricky Daine was interested in was his own, he would show intrest in others lives if they affected his own somehow. Ricky would never, and has never denied being selfish.

Thorn and Daine stood in the blackened dungeon, swapping niceties with one another, though Thorn would not keep his voice down despite the fact Ricky's head felt dangerously close to exploding. Maybe he should have asked Vance if he could whip up a headache cure, he was sure, being a Slytherin, Vance would have done that. Vance did pretty much anything for Slytherins. He looked up and pressed firmly on his temples, opening his mouth to say something when;

"That was mine"

Ricky looked at Thorn with a raised eyebrow, suddenly forgetting about his headache and dashing off into the direction of the voice. Ricky sprung around a corner just in time to see some girl kick another one in the stomach. "Sheez, that one must be seriously pissed" Ricky thought as he watched her raise her hand once more to deal yet another blow to the girl on the floor, this was when Ricky caught sight of the badges on the Robes, Slytherins. With a slight smile, Ricky shook his head. What did he expect off a bunch of Slytherins. The two slytherins, Ricky would not deny were pretty damn beautiful. Though, unknown to Ricky, one of them was not a Slytherin at all. Though this thought didnt come anywhere close to his brain as he said rather cheekily,

"Now all we need is skimpy bikinis and a mud pit and we have entertainment worth watching"