HP as a girl... Slytherin path (Patreon)

Be Pansy punching bag

"Yes, Pansy. I'm just a woman from the United States of America, and I'm nothing compared to you. You are exceedingly, extremely more appealing than me." Rose said with a fake smile, but her eyes informed Pansy of the validity of her truth.

Pansy seems to be conciliated by the fresh meat girl's nice kind words. She said. "Okay then, as long as you know these comments to be factual. I don't think we'll have too much of a problem. So, you better not cross me. Ever." Pansy said with her arms traversed together.

"I would never dream too," Rose said as she thought about betraying every single word she learned while living within the Slytherin dungeons. Her eyes get caught by Dumbledore bestowing his wisdom upon all of his students.

"Now that is better. The ceremony is over and now it is time to welcome our new impressible students to Hogwarts." The entire student body sings the school song to the new students. The headmaster said looking directly at Rose for a split second before continuing his speech. "First off, let me introduce the newest member of our staff. Horace Slughorn. Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to say, has agreed to resume his old post...as Potions Master. Meanwhile, the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts...will be taken by Professor Snape. As you know, every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight. And you have the right to know why. Once, there was a young man. Like you, sitting in this very hall. Walked this castle's corridors. Slept under its roof. You see, to all the world, a student like any other. His name: Tom Riddle. Today, of course, is known all over the world by another name. This is why as I stand, looking out upon you all tonight, I'm reminded of a sobering fact. Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps...dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle's walls. But in the end, that greatest weapon...is you. Just something to think about. Now off to bed, beep beep."

Rose paid close attention to his almost burnt-looking hand. She feels very worried looking at him, as she would be having additional lessons with the white-bearded man this year. Crabbe tap her shoulders and then handed her a chunk of parchment paper.

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