Animal I have Become (open)

[Isabella Night]

Isabella leaned against the gates she felt like crying. She was a half blood in Slytherin hiding the fact that she was a half blood. Slytherin had changed her before she was sorted she was bubbly and nice now she was making fun of muggle borns and calling them mudbloods what happened to her.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

No matter how much she wanted to cry if it was one thing that Salazar had installed in his students it was to never cry or show your weaknesses in front of your enemies. This is why Isabella wouldnt cry her mom used to tell her it was okay to cry it helped get your emotions out but then again her mother was dead and Isabella didn't want to die so she had chosen to believe Slytherin's words over her own judgement. Of course Isabella would never kill a mudblood.

[Carlisle Pendragon]

Carlisle wandered listlessly with nothing better to invest his time in, and having no desire to return to the dank dungeons that Slytherin House called home. Part of the reason was he couldn't stand the people in his house. He never could, he didn't understand how they could live with themselves, their bizzare desires to see none but Purebloods ruling the world. It sickened him as much as Professor Slytherin sickened him.

Yet there was nothing he could do about it. Not one damn thing in the world. Being chosen to become one of the proud pureblood ranks of Slytherin made his family beam with pride, though deep down he hated it. If he'd had his way, he'd be spending his time with people of all different bloodlines rather than being forced to hide his true thoughts, desires, and actions from the cutthroat Pureblood students of Slytherin. The disgust and anger that welled up within him molded into the desire to hit something, hard, preferably something that could break or shatter, preferably a student, one of his classmates, or his head of house, several times until his fists were bruised and bloody from the self-inflicted abuse. However, for appearance's sake, he reigned in those powerful urges and instead came to the frong gate.

Isabella, a girl two years below him was leaning against it, she didn't look happy, but then again, there were very few of his house who didn't look happy unless he or she was planning to pick on some defenseless Muggle-born. Carlisle did what he normally did when in contact with Isabella: ignored her (unless the situation got dire and then he would recitfy the situation by tugging on her hair as he had done during the fight in the Great Hall. A situation which, happily, had resolved itself with minial trouble once the Slytherins noticed one of their own trying to quell the chaos. That Irish Ravenclaw had helped, turning everyone who had been hexed or transfigured to their proper states and everyone helping to return the room to order, which wasn't to say that the professors had no idea what had transpired, it was damn near impossible to hide anything from them).

He leaned against the gate as well, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his face with its distant, unhappy, brooding expression.

[Isabella Night]

Taking in a deep breathe Isabella tried to control herself as she heard foot steps aproching her. She looked up to see Carlisle of course he didn't like her she didn't like herself anymore. Thinking of what she became Isabella let a few tears escape before quickly wiping them away. Salazar would have her head if he witnessed this.

[Carlisle Pendragon]

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her wiping tears off her face. He sighed. "You know, Slytherin's not going to jump out of a hole and hurt you for showing emotion," he drawled, almost spitting out the name Slytherin. What was it with these people anyway? Most of the house attached themselves to the man like limpets, not a one dared to show the slightest bit of pain or sorrow, the girls wouldn't eat, it was ridiculous.

"If it wasn't for my mother, I would have gone and asked to switch houses," he said, mumbling in a low tone. His mother... she was the reason he did a lot of the things he did and kept silent when he could have spoken up. She'd instilled all her virtues into him, however, with his father's death and his uncle's installation as head of the family, their fates were in his hands. His uncle was one of Slytherin's staunchest allies and believed at all Muggleborns should be put down. If Carlisle were to reveal that he was alligned against him, his mother would be dead and Carlisle himself would be punished more than severely. The Pendragon Head was known thoughout the Pureblood community as a stiff, merciless, and dangerous man.

And, truth be told, his uncle was the only person Carlisle feared more than anyone or anything else in the world.

[Isabella Night]

"Well be happy you have a mother at all" Isabella spat. Her mother was a muggle and she had died before Isabella went to hogwarts if it wasn't for her father remarring a pure blood by chance everyone would know she was a half blood. "Besides my family wasn't every big on blood purity anyways." Isabella explained though she looked at the ground no more tears were sliding down her face so she felt safe to look at people again. "And why are you talking me everyone knows you hate or strongly dislike me"

[Carlisle Pendragon]

He brushed a spare tendril of dirty blond hair out of his face. If only she knew the whole truth about his family. "You don't understand, my uncle... he's basically using my mother against me to ensure I don't break from his rule, the Pendragon family has never been one for compassion or ostentation," he said, "My Great-Great Grandmother Morgan le Fay seduced her brother (without telling him who she actually was) to produce a rightful heir, Mordred. Does that tell you anything about the low to which my family will sink?" His family and heritage had always been touchy subjects for him. Was he supposed to be proud of what had gone on? He knew from records that the rest of the family about hit the roof when they found out that Arthur, a long-lost son they had put into hiding, had married a Muggleborn witch by the name of Guinevere, a match that was supported by Arthur's tutor Merlin, who'd been hired by the family to teach him magic.

He was quiet as she flung her accusation at him, his supposed hatred for her. Though he'd done little to disprove of it once word had gotten around, the fact still irritated him. "If you are referring to the specific incident where I'd stopped you from trying to hurt the Ravenclaw, I was merely trying to put a stop to the chaos before we all got expelled, or worse. Besides, even you have to admit, knocking the Muggleborn Gryffindor upside the head while her housemates were present was a bad move. You should have known that it would have started something, Gryffindors are furiously protective of their own, especially when the one causing the purported trouble is a member of Slytherin House. And, I will be the first to admit, everyone else has reason to hate us, considering how ill most of our housemates treat those of less pure blood," it was more words than he usually strung together in any one given interaction with another, but he felt like it had to be said. He couldn't stand to keep it secret for so long, eating away at his soul. "As to your accusation, it is patently untrue, the only person I, as you put it, strongly dislike here at Hogwarts, is Salazar Slytherin, and he probably knows it too."