sʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ - 2 - ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀsᴋ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғғ! (ᴏʀ ᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴠᴇʀsᴀ) credits to @-Laney-Malfoy- for the character of Laney Malfoy; who was briefly showcased in this chapter. Lyla Delacroix can become a reoccuring character if you guys like her <3 [I have plans for her, otherwise ;)] Sorted into Slytherin after a grudgingly long wait in those lines everyone was sorted into by surname, Saksh was deeply annoyed. He watched as people his age finished their meals and spoke as if it was some sort of family reunion. He hated every minute of it. Saksh glanced away. He bounced his leg up and down as he sat inside the Slytherin common rooms for the rest of the night, and scowled deeply. Who could he possibly talk to here? There was no one interesting, at the moment. Soon, his eyes caught strands of blonde hair and he was intrigued. Malfoy, wasn’t it? He thought. Another pureblood family, like the one he grew up in. You should talk to them… he thought. Better to make friends now than never. Saksh grimaced, thinking about who he could even talk to. Malfoys were a good choice. But, the only one close to his age was the younger sister; Laney Malfoy… and he wasn’t sure they’d get along quite well. Saksh got up and looked for a Prefect. He’d spotted one. Bright grin, strict eyes and straight brown hair. Merlin, he needed to get out of here. “You don’t suppose I could go to the library, Lyla…” “Lyla Delacroix. Apologies you don’t listen, Roy. And, what’d you be doing in the library – at this hour?” she asked, with great suspicion in her voice. “Wouldn’t you rather mingle with the students?” Anything to get out of here, he thought. “I’ve mingled enough… but, Hogwarts is a place for learning, innit? I’d learn better if I was to slip away to the library…” “Oh, Merlin,” Lyla rolled her eyes, before finally agreeing, “I’ll let you go. But, I’ll come with – just so you don’t get in trouble with the Professors, understood?” “Fine,” Saksh agreed, and Lyla led him to the library. She decided to take a seat facing a window; in which you could view the dark night sky. Saksh grinned, finally free of his housemates. If he was to survive in that house, he’d have to adapt. That was part of a cunning nature, wasn’t it? And that nature, was what made him a Slytherin.
