When Five entered the room, the first three things he saw were

- Two double bunk beds, each with four seaweed green posts.

- His black leather trunk, which sat in front of one of the beds.

- And a boy with pixie green hair that sat on the top of the bunk, thick blue book in hand.

"Five, this boy here." Cicero said, pointing towards the boy on the bunk.
"Is Marcus Catona. He's our other dorm mate." The boy gave a sly grin and a wave, leaning over the green frame of the bed.

"So you're our new fifth year huh, you look cute. You know if I didn't already have a crush then I'd totally be hitting on y-"
"Okay Marcus, we get the idea. Don't be so strange - is this really going to be your first impression on Five Hargreeves?"
The boy's eyes widened, leaning over the frame dangerously.

"Hargreeves? You're kidding me."
Cicero smirked and shook his head, before turning to Five again.
"You see, Marcus is a pureblood - but he still knows your name." 

Said boy shook his head, eyes glistening with both knowledge and curiosity. 
But that look soon disappeared after he slapped his rosy cheeks twice for some strange reason, reminding the old teen of Klaus when he did exactly that a week ago.

He gave one final grin before clambering back onto his bed properly, which shifted slightly under his weight- removing himself from his short lived encounter with the boy.

Cicero pointed towards the extra four poster bed, which had sacramento curtains tied by long black cords to the sides - and a silver goblet and jug, containing cold water, which sat on the stone ledge just in front of the tinted window.
Much like the ones in Five's bedroom.

"Take your pick, I'm sleeping in the bunk beneath Marcus - and theres no-one else here, so you can sleep on either the top or bottom."
Five knelt down and pulled open his trunk, deciding on bottom as he pulled out a striped, white and grey button up pyjama top, along with matching long pants.

He addressed the other two in the dorm.

"I haven't had any drinkable coffee in a while, so I'll be seeping tonight. But don't be concerned or worried if you don't find me in bed during other circumstances, I'm not the type of person that has the time for sleeping." 

He said, reaching for his power and allowing the familiar blue haze and the soft hum of the power in his veins take over as he blank, reappearing on top of the shamrock sheets moments later - fully dressed in the once neatly folded clothes he picked out.

Five didn't pause to look at the excited and shocked expressions of his two dorm-mates before drawing his drapes close - allowing himself to relax for once in a while onto the warm mattress.

Five soon slipped out of consciousness and reality, and into the darkness that awaited him.

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When Five had woken up, the sun was still hiding below the large, black lake - unseen from those in Britain.
Not that Five could see it from his position though, no, he could only see the blackness above him as he gazed at the large tinted glass ceiling above him.

A large body of water, that was what the Slytherins were under - a place down so deep under the castle to the point where they were under a fucking lake.

Five wiped off the irritating crust from the corners of his eyes with the back of his soft hand, the hands that were capable of killing thousands so expertly.
The old teen sighed and sat down in front of the glowing fire that flickered and spat - turning to the portrait glaring down at him.

"Good morning." Five said, leaning back tiredly into his seat.

Salazar's grey eyebrows furrowed deeply, bald head shining in the fire.
"You speak parseltongue young boy?" Five gave him a confused look.
"Parseltongue? I believe that I'm speaking English." A creepy smile that was supposed to be sincere overtook the old man's features.

"You aren't. You see, parseltongue is the ability to speak in the language of snakes - and is the tongue you are speak now. You, you must be somehow related to me - to be able to speak this language you must."

"Well, unless you've had any female children - then I doubt that's the case."

"And why's that, young Slytherin?"

Five paused for a second, contemplating on whether he should reveal such things to a fucking painting.

 "I don't have a father. Was born extraordinary on the first of October - our mothers gave birth to us, and they weren't even pregnant when the day first began."
Salazar nodded, folding his old, wrinkled hands - which looked like two old prunes.

"I see. Then you, young boy, seem to have a very rare gift. After me, there's only been one other boy who speaks the language of snakes that has attended this school- their name, I will not reveal as it is their choice whether or not to disclose the fact they have the ability to speak such an exquisite language."

Five's thoughts ran back to the sorting ceremony, and when that old fucking hat sat upon his head. 
He allowed himself to be pulled back into the present time by a particularly loud crack of the fire, raising his head to continue his unusual discussion with Salazar Slytherin.

Greatest, of the Hogwarts four.

---

The ragged hat placed itself gently on top of Five's fluffy, chocolate brown hair.
It talked loudly, words ringing throughout his thoughts.

"My boy, I see that you are frustrated. A 58 year old trapped inside your fifteen year old self - how irritating for you it must be."

Five exhaled, eye twitching.

"I see you are a smart boy, you'll easily become a top student with this brain of yours.
Ambitious, feisty, a natural leader with a cunning mind - my my, you have quite the personality here.
And the things you've been through, I'm not quite sure on how you've managed to come this far in life with those antagonising road blocks you've had to overcome - it has heavily impacted you. Heavily.

I'm expecting great things from you - secrets you already obtain that you don't even know that you have shall be unlocked if you meet the correct people.
You're exquisite, Five, unique and completely different from any other witch or wizard here.

So very, unique. 
And I know just where to place you."

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