Who: Melinda Bobbin and Sophia Capper Where: the Serpent's Coil When: saturday evening (backdated) What: Cousin time! Warnings: unlikely
Melinda was waiting at the bar for Sophia. She was dressed for the kind of place this was, but as modest as she could get without feeling nunlike. She wasn't here to snag some pureblood widower, like many of the young witches no doubt were. She was peering into her drink with a thoughtful expression and thinking about Slytherins.
There was the introverted, intelligent sort; that was her and Sophia. The snakes in the grass, cunning, not easily fooled, going unnoticed when they wanted to. Ambitious enough to use whatever they had and rise high. This was probably what most of the world thought of when they thought about Slytherins. Then there were the extroverted, charismatic sort who could sell a condom to a eunuch, good at working people to get what they wanted while their introverted friends worked in the background. Malcolm would have been that, if he'd been Sorted with her (she had to grudgingly admit that Ravenclaw suited him, but he had his moments).
Lastly was moron type. The big, dumb ones who were just there to be used as muscle by their more cunning peers. Adrian Pucey, she was pretty sure, was moron type, and definitely Greg Goyle. Bri straddled the line between that and charismatic, and loath as she was to admit it, Melinda with her violent tendencies and inability to plan, she was straddling the line between moron and introverted. She pursed her lips at her drink. Hopefully Sophia would get here and pull her out of this lovely train of thought soon.