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Parvati Patil was thoughtful. When she heard that Merlin's Enchantment had allowed Hermione Granger to draw the sword she had not been too surprised. Well, she had been surprised that Harry Potter hadn't succeeded in drawing it, but Hermione Granger being found worthy? Not so much. However when she heard that Hermione had been Fates-matched to Salazar Slytherin Parvati had been worried.
Slytherin House had been badly damaged by the War. Even now there was a great deal of bad blood towards all Slytherins. Parvati could only imagine how those same witches and wizards would react to the infamous Salazar Slytherin, ancestor of the Dark Lord Voldermort.
Parvati did not know what to believe. All the books and purebloods proudly proclaimed the Serpentine Founder was a supporter of blood purity. But would a blood purist willing agree to marry a Muggleborn? Even for a second chance at life? Parvati did not know so she watched.
He did not look or act threatening, in fact he was very attractive and well-mannered, but Parvati knew the power of words, of deception, of creating illusions to veil reality. Hermione Granger was one of the few beings resistant to such subtle swaying. Her old roommate did not always know to act in polite Magical society but she always could see through to the core of any issue. Founder or not, Salazar Slytherin could not keep Hermione confounded forever. If he ever was.
So Parvati watched and listened. She would not act until she had more information. It would not be wise to slight or draw attention at this stage.
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