With a sigh you flashed Harry a very apologetic smile, before trailing after Draco and Pansy. Being in Slytherin was brilliant, you loved it, and there wasn’t any doubt that it was the house for you. However something that you had noticed was that students of Slytherin cared a lot about appearances, and keeping up certain expectations.
Pansy intertwined her hand with Draco’s, big fake smile plastered on her pug like face. Sometimes you questioned your own sanity for wanting to be around a girl like Pansy, she was talent less, bitchy, and cared about no one but herself. Alas, she was family, and as some dead man once said; ‘blood is thicker then water.’ Your group of three rudely pushed through the vast sea of students, heading to the great hall for dinner. Pansy held onto Draco like a vise, muttering uncreative praise in his ear. If ever you felt like