In the days that followed, some of the younger, foolish Little Snakes finally stopped bothering Breeze. Not everyone could endure his coldness. Though they weren't frustrated by their inability to get closer to him, they were relieved to have put the slight unpleasantness between them behind them.
Breeze's magic had been truly astonishing back then, and it had left some of the younger students afraid of him. The Little Snakes feared that he might lash out at them if he was in a bad mood, so whenever they ran into him before Christmas, they were all on edge.
Pansy and Daphne really had both sent him apology gifts.
In the Slytherin common room, several older boys and girls sat on the sofas. It was time for their private meeting. No one knew who had organized it, but those gathered here could be called the current powers in Slytherin. Every one of them had a powerful family behind them, and they all shared one thing in common.
"You all know about that Breeze Order's eyes. He may well be a descendant of Slytherin, and..."
One of the boys wore a grave expression. He didn't continue, since everyone present knew the details—or rather, they had learned from their families over Christmas how to deal with Breeze.
The sixth-year female Prefect sat with a stern expression. "I assume everyone here will keep this information to themselves. It mustn't get out."
"Of course. Who would disobey the Prefect? We're not foolish Ted."
Ted had been the sixth-year male Prefect, but after he tried to stop Breeze in the common room and Breeze injured him, the others had cast him aside to appease Snape's anger when he discovered what had happened. The boy speaking now was the new Prefect.
Another boy, a seventh-year who