☯just a corpse☯

The dungeon stairs echoed and groaned as the slytherin third years came down in a pack. The tallest boy with brown hair and pinched nose said the new password (it was "burning hogsmeade", because who doesn't like roasted concrete), and lead the students into the common room. Most of the students entering had separated immediately into little cliques of whispering girls or loud boys. They had all found a corner of the vast chambre to occupy; most sat on the green embroidered cushion chairs or the black linen arm chairs next to the fire; one group of girls even sat on this giant creaking old armoire that probably contain the body of one of the slytherin ghosts. After the flood of black and green coloured bodies blurred from the doors, the only one left was Delilah. She stood her ground, looking quite pissed off as most slytherins do, and walked to the center of the room. A dark magneta carpet decorated with line work of the school's latin manifestos was thrown and crumpled via the feet of these bastard children. Delilah straightened it, and as no one bothered to look in her direction anyway, she placed a stationary jinx on the woven cloth to keep it tidy. It was a nice thing to do, so Delilah vowed to never act like a kissass hufflepuff again as she straightened up and looked at the room. She had cut her hair so the dyed black locks sat a full inch shorter above her shoulders, her middle parted hair shined against the weak glow the slytherin  ornament chandelier above hand.

Delilah walked to the corner of the chamber where the only space left was a dark green bar stool and a table against the wall, threads hang off the fabric that covers the stool. Delilah sat down and took out her copy of Rumours! Magazine and her leather covered sketch book. When she took out her feathered pencil to finish outlining her portrait of Myron Wagtail (from Weird Sisters ), the girls on the beanbags next to her looked weirdly at Delilah. She being one of the only students that use "muggle" invented things - e.g pencils! they are so much easier to use and way safer to write with! why any reasonable wizard who would rather the idea of using clumsily big quills than compact pencils or muggle bics, is beyond Delilah, but atleast she's gets to do neat line work without fear of spillage or broken tips. Interrupted by the noise of split wood, a few minutes after Delilah had started tracing Wagtail's jawline, Delilah looked up from her tearstained table, and apparently - someone had shattered a chair on another student's shoulder. Due to the slytherin's characteristics, most of the students had gathered around the brawl and started cheering.
   "fight!fight!" a rant had already started as the two slytherins stood in the middle, circling each othert like bulldogs. Delilah watched, it seemed interesting enough.