Time passes and the known world changes. Not all change is good though and when the heroics are done, not all demons were vanquished. Clearly, drawled a wry voice from it's prison of paint, passing the burden's become the vogue of our kind. How Muggle.

Pathetic, adj. example, Severus Snape. He wasn't a kind man, but kindness' ghost plauged him at the oddest of times. With one little Serpent, it was more than he'd like to admit.

He's no Prince Charming, a Prince, but no charm. And she's no Cinderella. Cosmic humor seems intent to stuff them into the roles. Life and it's brutalities intervine and the slipper falls between apathatic hands to shatter. These are the fragments.

To vomit, or so went the scripture, degrace, degregation, migh have been closer, but not close enough to touch truth. A Sirius Severus confrontation

A Wizarding photo of a doe, strolls the halls of Hogwarts like a ghost that was not. One boy, wandering alone, grinds sugar against the canvas. Thus invisibility is broken by a trail of sweet. One discovery begs another, and what comes to light...

Five prompts, one for each sense. To be Slytherin is to be as a serpent in all things, sight, taste, touch and sound. The Serpent burrows itself deep into the soul, taking and giving until one is remade in Salazar's image.