HP Slytherin's Survival Rules

My name is Elise Albert, a "little transparent" who grew up in the Muggle world. When I was eleven years old, I was thrown into Slytherin, the most popular house in Hogwarts, by a talking hat. Good news: Food and accommodation are included here, so you don't have to sleep in the open. Bad news: My classmates seem to think my blood isn't worthy of the silvery green here. Survival rule number one: stay away from that blond prefect. Lucius Malfoy, the benchmark of Slytherin, walks the "Pure Blood Code". He looked at me like he was looking at the goblin mud stuck to his dragonskin boots. I understand, I hide. Survival rule two: Maybe team up with that black-haired boy. Severus Snape is also a mixed-blood, a loner, and a genius in potions. We formed a plastic alliance of not laughing at each other and borrowing notes from each other. Until one day, he frowned and threw me a bottle of healing potion: "Your troll head finally remembered to avoid some Bludgers?" I thought my campus life was about surviving in the cracks and working hard to graduate. Until an accident, I was imprisoned in the Room of Requirement together with the "arrogant" prefect. In the darkness, his mocking voice was unexpectedly low: "Why does the aura on your body... Feel familiar to me?" Outside the door, there was a cold knock on the door from my Plastic Alliance teammate: "Elise, are you in there?" #Where is the promised hybrid survival guide? # #The guide doesn't say what to do in this situation now! # #Also, Senior Malfoy, why are your hands shaking? # Concept: Cookies