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The days following the petrification of Filch's cat had turned into a living nightmare for the Slytherin house. The other houses, already predisposed to mistrust them, now looked at them with open suspicion and fear. Whispers followed them down the corridors, eyes darted away at the mere sight of green and silver robes, and any chance of casual interaction with students from other houses seemed a thing of the past.

It was against this tense backdrop that the Slytherins gathered in their common room for an emergency meeting. The cold, green-tinted light from the lake outside gave the room a somber glow, reflecting the mood of its occupants. Felix Rosier, the Slytherin prefect, stood at the front of the room, his expression as sharp and calculating as ever.

"Alright, settle down," Felix said, his voice carrying over the low murmurs. "You all know why we're here. The other houses have decided to paint us as the culprits in the recent attack. It's nothing new, but this time, they've taken it up a notch."

Several students nodded in agreement, their faces a mix of frustration and resignation.

Draco Malfoy, leaning lazily against the armrest of a high-backed chair, smirked. "Those Hufflepuffs—pathetic. They run at the mere sight of us."

This earned a ripple of laughter from a few of the younger students.

Marcus Flint, the Quidditch captain, chuckled darkly. "No joke. Yesterday at practice, one of their first-years fell on his arse just trying to get away from me. Funniest thing I've seen all week."

Lucian Bole, one of the Beaters on the Slytherin team, scowled. "Yeah, but don't forget about those blasted farting snake toys. One of the older Hufflepuffs had one perched on his shoulder today. Went off the moment I walked past. Nearly hexed the lot of them."

Marcus's laughter faded, replaced with a sneer. "Disgraceful. "

"I heard Weasley twin are the ones making them," Daphne Greengrass added, her tone clipped. "Typical Gryffindor behavior."

The room collectively grumbled at the mention of the Gryffindors.

Felix raised a hand to restore order. "It's not just them. Even the Ravenclaws have started avoiding us. They've gone from pestering us for favors and internships to acting like we're carrying the plague."

"Ungrateful bastards," Marcus snarled. "They were practically begging me to copy their homework last week. Now? Won't even look me in the eye."

Draco's smirk widened. "What do you expect? Opportunistic cowards, the lot of them. They were only friendly before because they thought it'd help them cozy up to our families after Hogwarts. Now they're just showing their true colors."

Felix's expression darkened. "Let them show their colors. But listen to me: don't antagonize the Hufflepuffs. They might seem harmless, but the older ones will come down on you like a pack if you mess with their younger years. As for Ravenclaws, ignore them. They'll come crawling back when things cool down. Gryffindors, though… we won't take their insults lying down. If they come for one of us, we stand together. Understood?"

The room murmured its agreement, but Daphne crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing as she turned to Draco. "Why should we? If Malfoy hadn't opened his mouth in the first place, we wouldn't even be in this mess."

Draco straightened, his smugness evaporating. "What did you just say?"

"You heard me," Daphne shot back. "You pick fights for no reason and expect the rest of us to clean up after you. It's ridiculous."

Marcus Flint bristled, glaring at her. "That's no way to talk to Draco, Greengrass."

Daphne huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Hmph. Say what you want, but I'm not wrong."

Felix pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly exasperated. "Enough. We're Slytherins. Whatever happens inside, we stand together outside. Remember that. If you face problems, come to me or Professor Snape. He's aware of the situation and will take our side if needed."

The tension in the room lingered, but Felix's words seemed to settle things. One by one, the students began to disperse, heading to their dormitories.

As the room emptied, Felix sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. The storm brewing outside the walls of the Slytherin common room was far from over, and he knew it would take more than a pep talk to weather it. For now, though, he could only hope his house would heed his advice and stick together.