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Discussion between a Slytherin and a Gryffindor in a dark corridor.
- Why you, Slytherin, do you hate so much the other house? You’re horrible!
The Gryffindor have Quidditch clothing.
- Pfff, we don’t really hate any house.
The Slytherin have an elegant suit.
- And how is your act with Hufflepuff? It's not hate?
- Darling, know the difference between hate and jealousy. Hufflepuff is the house that we admire the most. They don’t lie; they're strong but not impulsive. They have a lot of friends, and they live in a happy place. How to not be jealous?
- And for Ravenclaw? You always bullied them!
- Yes, they are intelligent people, I don’t say, but you can’t learn it all in books. Some time is good to go in the real world.
- You were monsters with us! Really, is it your dream to annoy Gryffindor?
The Gryffindor starts to scream.
- Seriously? A kid will never dream of being a monster. Kids want to be heroes. But then, children grow up, and then, they understand that you can always have what you want. We think Gryffindors are dumb because they don’t understand this. Honor and bravery are ridiculous. No matter how much you die a hero, you’re still dead. It’s stupid.
- Oh yes, and in logic, Slytherins are the best?
He speaks with irony.
- Hahaha! Of course not. We know what we are. Slytherins are the most ghastly. Why? Because for a Slytherin, lives are numbers. Love, a chemical reaction and emotions, weaknesses. Because a Slytherin will make all the sacrifices for what they want. Even if what they want is peace. And what is more horrible than a person ready to kill their parents, burn innocents, and even die for a cause? Nothing.
It's not pride. It's a confession. After this word, the Slytherin leaves. The Gryffindor wants to say something but doesn't know what.