House Meeting

Selwyn sat in the Slytherin Common Room and waited for the students to notice him. Since so many people had taken up the exchange program with Ilvermorny, there were a bunch of not-exactly-vacant positions at Hogwarts that needed to be filled.

When he was a student, Selwyn had always thought that being in charge of other people would be fun. He could boss them about and do what he liked. Not so. Most of his job consisted of making sure the kids didn't kill themselves and didn't they hate him for that? At least tonight would be different. Finding a couple of prefects and some decent fliers for the quidditch team wasn't unconditional obedience, but it was close.

Now that students were taking off for Ilvermorny, Apollo was set on ensuring that he was able to keep a slot on his house team. He didn't know if the students from the other school would be heading to Hogwarts as an exchange, but the one thing he enjoyed was being part of the team.

So when the notice went up, Apollo was sure to plan his schedule so that he could arrive on time. He was sitting there when their head of house walked in, so he closed the book he had been reading for Potions class, and turned his attention on the professor. He only hoped that everyone else would quiet down before their instructor became frustrated.

With some Hogwarts students transfering to Ilvermorny Aideen was aware that some changes might be happening. When the notice announcing a meeting in the Slytherin common room went up she felt it prudent to attend, even though personally she had no desire to hold any noteable position within the school. At least not yet.

Still Aideen believed that being aware of who was what and what each person wanted allowed for a certain degree of control. So as a result, Aideen found herself sitting to the side of the Slytherin common room waiting for the meeting to begin. As she waited she casually studied those students who had bothered to attend trying to determine what position each might want.

Finally, the little dweeb was gone. McLaggen had been far too big for her boots and now she was off to America or whatever, Clytemnestra had plans.

Not like she needed to become a prefect or anything like that. Unlike half the people in this room, who'd only been sorted because they had the right kind of blood, Clytemnestra was a real Slytherin. She could rule this house regardless of whether Thorfinn gave her a badge. But she would hardly be a Slytherin if she didn't try to get one, would she?

Zabini and Armour were hanging around trying to look nonchalant, as if everyone in this room didn't want the same thing. Clytemnestra paused, eyes flicking from one figure to the next, finally to rest on the Professor himself.

Thorfinn was something of an enigma to the Slytherins. He didn't seem to fit into their house at all, so it was always hard to anticipate what he might do next, or might expect them to do. He did seem to set just as much store by good manners as her parents, though...

"Good afternoon, Professor," she said.

Destrey flipped her hair over her shoulder as she swept into the common room. Strictly speaking, Selwyn didn't have to invite her to things like this, but she knew he thought she was back-up. Why he thought that, she had no idea.

"Thank you, Cly," she gushed, even though the greeting clearly wasn't meant for her.

Destrey had no idea whether the girl liked having her name shortened, or to what if she did. If not, too bad.

"I've had a fabulous day and it can really only get better from here, don't you think?"

She shortened the gap between herself and Selwyn to perch on the arm of the chair he was sitting in.

As soon as she did it, Selwyn was overwhelmed with the desire to push Destrey off of her precarious perch.

Because that wouldn't look suspicious at all, his remaining shred of rationality reminded him.

And Selwyn took that opportunity to stand up, both to get away from temptation and avoid having an argument with himself.

He cleared his throat.

"Considering there's only three of them, very probably," he said.

It was always hard to judge Slytherins. On the one hand, one of their defining traits was ambition. On the other, ambition came in many different forms and lots of Slytherins were more ambitious about their social lives than the school's hierarchy. It was why bullying flourished in the dungeons no matter what initiatives were put in place.

"I suppose you three would know better than us," he said. "Is it even worth waiting around for anyone else to show up?"

Apollo was only half surprised to register how poor the turnout was. With students leaving for Ilvermorny in search of whatever it was they were searching for, the house numbers seemed smaller than usual. It did nothing but encourage him, however.

When their head of house spoke, a slow smirk pulled at the elder Zabini twin's lips. "Frankly, professor, I hope they don't." He glanced at the other students in the room, getting the feeling that they might be on the same page as him.

"If they don't," he explained, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, "surely we'll get better choices."

Aideen hid a smile at Apollo's rather typical slytherin response. It was true not waiting certainly worked in the favour of the three students already present in the common room.

"I agree professor," Aideen said with a casual shrug of the shoulders, "besides if any other student really wanted a position they would have made sure to be here already". While it hadn't been Aideen's initial intention to go for any position this year she wasn't foolish enough to pass up an opportunity like this one. After all what was on offer was basically power and used correctly it could tie in quiet nicely with the social side many other slytherin's seemed to be concerned about.

Ah, the ambition of Slytherins.  If anything, Armour and Zabini's responses at least reassured Selwyn that the small pickings he had here were worth his time.

"Good point," he agreed.

"I guess our first order of business is that we still need a chaser and a beater for the quidditch team, as well as someone to act as captain," he said.

"Any suggestions?"

Aideen tapped her fingers thoughtfully on her chin for a moment. She didn't know any particularly good qudditch players in the house, mostly because she wasn't much of a qudditch player herself. "Zabini you are on the qudditch team, perhaps you could hold trials?" She suggested watching the fifth year for his reaction. Perhaps, assuming he wanted the position, if she helped back him to a qudditch captain position he might help her with something she wanted. After all in the long run it was all about who you knew and who could help you get where you wanted to be and Aideen intended fully to end up where she wanted to be.