Walking down the steps to the dungeon, leading his house to their home for the next year, was a different experience. His first year as the Deputy Headmaster, Gideon was also in charge of the Hufflepuff house. This term it was like coming home.
With password spoken, the door to the Slytherin Common Room opened, the green that came from living under the great lake casting a sinister glow over the students. It was like coming home for the first time since being back at the castle.
“Come in, there is plenty of room. Come on, we don’t have all night.”
The students ushered into the large cavernous room. Stone walls, black marble floors and arched gothic ceiling. The room was awe inspiring. As the last student walked through the doors, a Prefect brought up the rear to make sure everyone found their way. Gideon waited for the hum of conversation to quiet.
“Good evening everyone, and welcome home to Slytherin house. I am proud to be your Head of House this term, and hopefully for many more to come. Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin.” He said looking over the sea of students. Varying heights and looks of boredom, exhaustion, wonder and annoyance. “You will find your dorm rooms ready for you. All your belongings have been brought up. Over the next week, my office hours will be extended to help guide you in choosing classes and dealing with any issues that may arise.”
Taking on a serious tone, Gideon made eye contact with a few of the upper years, those that may have a better understanding of what transpired the year prior. One specific set of eyes, who had first hand knowledge of the chaos that had nearly taken the lives of three students. Gideon didn't blink. He let the silence stretch just a second too long, long enough for the students to stop fidgeting and for the air in the room to grow heavy.
"Let me be exceptionally clear," he continued, his voice dropping to a low serious calm. "Slytherin House is a home of ambition and resourcefulness. Not a playground for recklessness. The troubles of last year will remain exactly where they belong, in the past. I expect determination. I expect excellence. And above all, I expect a level of discretion that reflects the dignity of this house."Clasping his hands behind his back, his posture rigid, his face stoic.
"My rules are not suggestions. You were chosen to be in this house for a reason. I expect you to uphold the values of the Slytherin name and what it has meant for generations. If you find yourself unable to meet these standards, you will find my office a much less welcoming place than it is currently.” He gave a single, sharp nod toward the staircases.
"Curfew begins in thirty minutes. Prefects, ensure the first years find their beds. The rest of you, rest well."
((OOC: WELCOME TO SLYTHERIN! I am excited to work with you all over the next term. Please take a look through the Slytherin house forum. If you have any questions, please message me directly on site or through Discord. @sarah.r80))
With password spoken, the door to the Slytherin Common Room opened, the green that came from living under the great lake casting a sinister glow over the students. It was like coming home for the first time since being back at the castle.
“Come in, there is plenty of room. Come on, we don’t have all night.”
The students ushered into the large cavernous room. Stone walls, black marble floors and arched gothic ceiling. The room was awe inspiring. As the last student walked through the doors, a Prefect brought up the rear to make sure everyone found their way. Gideon waited for the hum of conversation to quiet.
“Good evening everyone, and welcome home to Slytherin house. I am proud to be your Head of House this term, and hopefully for many more to come. Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin.” He said looking over the sea of students. Varying heights and looks of boredom, exhaustion, wonder and annoyance. “You will find your dorm rooms ready for you. All your belongings have been brought up. Over the next week, my office hours will be extended to help guide you in choosing classes and dealing with any issues that may arise.”
Taking on a serious tone, Gideon made eye contact with a few of the upper years, those that may have a better understanding of what transpired the year prior. One specific set of eyes, who had first hand knowledge of the chaos that had nearly taken the lives of three students. Gideon didn't blink. He let the silence stretch just a second too long, long enough for the students to stop fidgeting and for the air in the room to grow heavy.
"Let me be exceptionally clear," he continued, his voice dropping to a low serious calm. "Slytherin House is a home of ambition and resourcefulness. Not a playground for recklessness. The troubles of last year will remain exactly where they belong, in the past. I expect determination. I expect excellence. And above all, I expect a level of discretion that reflects the dignity of this house."Clasping his hands behind his back, his posture rigid, his face stoic.
"My rules are not suggestions. You were chosen to be in this house for a reason. I expect you to uphold the values of the Slytherin name and what it has meant for generations. If you find yourself unable to meet these standards, you will find my office a much less welcoming place than it is currently.” He gave a single, sharp nod toward the staircases.
"Curfew begins in thirty minutes. Prefects, ensure the first years find their beds. The rest of you, rest well."
((OOC: WELCOME TO SLYTHERIN! I am excited to work with you all over the next term. Please take a look through the Slytherin house forum. If you have any questions, please message me directly on site or through Discord. @sarah.r80))
