Before I begin, I want to thank my wonderful reviewer, Rain the Revenant! Your review was the long and thoughtfully written kind that I always love responding to--unfortunately, you left me an anonymous review, so I couldn't. -Pout- But thank you!! Yes, Rose is the spawn of the Ron and Hermione, so glad you asked! Everyone who's related to the original cast of Harry Potter is taken from the epilogue of the seventh book! Oh yeah, and… In the second chapter, me being the stupid American that I am, I accidentally called Dominique 'african american.' Ha ha… So, since I'm too lazy to go back and change it, Dominique will remain American, and instead be a transfer student… Thing… How come they don't teach math at Hogwarts, huh?! HOW ARE THOSE KIDS S'POSED TO KNOW THEIR ALGEBRA?! …And now, without further adieu, I present to you the fourth chapter of Slytherin!

I muttered something and flopped over beneath my sheets. My shaggy red hair was thrown across the pillow, already tangled from the restless night turning in my bed. Three in the morning on my second night in Hogwarts. Three in the morning and I hadn't gotten to sleep.

God, I thought, If you have any consideration for my grades, please let me go to sleep. Maybe even a dream? That'd be nice. No nightmares, please…

And I guess God was listening, because after that, a tired fog fell over me, and eventually, I got to sleep.

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Rain. Rain was usually a beautiful, calming thing, with a floral aroma when it was warm and sultry. Today, the rain chilled the air, and gave off a dead gray that echoed through the whole school's marble walls. The raindrops seemed more like foreboding ice, and instead of the heavy throbbing that a rainy day should have, it came with random cracking sounds when the cold drops hit the pavement.

It occurred to me that I wasn't the only one thinking this. The whole school seemed depressed by this sudden shift in weather. The beautiful, warm, blue rain from the summer was gone, and soon it would be autumn.

Not even a nice red and orange autumn, I inwardly growled, An ugly brown one, where all of the leaves are wet and stick to your shoes.

I turned to glance at Dominique. It seemed the heavy atmosphere was even affecting her. She suddenly scowled, and because I couldn't tell if it was from the rain, or something else, I turned to look ahead of us. Kaitlin and Diane were picking on a boy with messy black hair. Dominique's brow furrowed, and she picked up speed to near them.

"Hey," she said in a commanding tone, grabbing Diane's shoulder, "Stop."

Diane stared at her for a moment before smiling and replying, "Hey, Dee. What's up?"

"I told you to stop." Dominique's expression stayed stiff.

"They know we're kidding--"

"And what if they don't know, eh? You're giving us a bad name."

"…"

Kaitlin glared at her, before turning to the boy they were laughing at earlier.

"Sorry," Kaitlin scoffed, and power-walked away, with Diane following her.

I watched in half-confusion. Was this why everyone said our house was bad? Mean?

Dominique's face had softened, and she turned to the Gryffindor boy, who was shorter than her, but probably about our age.

"You okay?" she asked with a smile.

The boy frowned, his green eyes sparkling with defiance. "I don't need help."

He turned on his heel and paced away.

"…What the hell!" she squeaked. "Oh! You know what I could go for?" She turned back to face me, her expression returning to normal despite the freezing rain, "Blueberry muffins! I bet breakfast is still open, do you wanna go back and get some more?"

I smiled at my friend. "Sure."

Oooooooh… Totally pointless filler chapter! …Or WAS it? By the way, not all Gryffindors are jerks… Just this one. You know who he is. I'd like to once again thank my reviewer for being so totally awesome! Review!