Slytherin grimaced as he leaned against the wall of Draco's office, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut. He growled before bringing his hands to his head and clutching it. Draco was fighting again, fighting to regain control of his mind. There had been previous attacks like this, but Salazar had been ready for those. He'd been on his guard. The attacks always seemed to come when in the company of others as Draco tried to get something out of Slytherin that would make his cover slip. When in the presence of others though, Salazar was always so much more cautious, thus the attacks had been unsuccessful. It hadn't taken Draco long to discover this, but he'd made sure to careful guard the fact he'd found a weakness and waited patiently for the right opportunity. The young Malfoy may not have been brave or courageous, but he was notorious for his schemes and planning was his strength. Thus he played his strengths and waited for the opportune moment.

That moment had presented itself within his office as Slyterhin was preparing to get ready to go meet with Kaniliel. She'd slipped him a note and Slytherin had been more than eager to meet with the woman -- eager enough to allow his attention to slip, and that's when Draco struck. And for a moment, he had regained control. For a moment, he was himself again, but that moment didn't last long as Salazar retaliated and the two struggled for control until Draco's strength gave out and he finally had to give up. But Salazar was worn out as well, both physically and mentally and it took him a moment to be able to stand up straight again.

You'll suffer for that, Salazar growled, but Draco had already retreated to a small corner of his mind. He left without any strength and all he could do now was to sit there and attempt to think up another plan. Although this scheme had failed, Draco was a Slytherin true and true and he would get what he wanted, whatever it took.

Slytherin walked back over to the closet and grabbed a jacket, carefully slipping his arms into the sleeves before looking himself over. He'd gone for a more casual look today, donning a pair of jeans, a white wifebeater, worn under a white collared shirt with faded blue and brown stripes. He finished the look off with a slightly worn brown corduroy jacket and a pair of sneakers. Although Draco usually dressed a bit nicer while wandering the corridors of Hogwarts, most of the students had gone home during the break and Salazar had assumed he could get away with dressing down a little bit. Or rather, he assumed "Jake Mitchell" wouldn't continue to wear blazers and slacks all through the winter break.

Salazar walked down the corridor, his footsteps clicking against the cobblestone floor the only sound that echoed through the area. He was finally beginning to realize just how much Draco commented and complained and how much time they spent fighting each other. With Draco finally curled up in his corner of his mind, there was an undeniable silence.

Well, don't get used to it, came the weak snarl of Draco as he regained enough strength to make the comment. But he wouldn't be saying much tonight. All he could do was watch what Slytherin would do with his life.

You should. After all, I will eventually find a way to permanently silence you, was the malicious reply.

A weak laugh. You obviously know nothing about the type of people the Sorting Hat places in your house, then.

Slytherin didn't hesitated at Kaniliel's door, nor did he bother to knock. He pushed open the door with ease and stepped inside as though it was his rightful place to be in that room. And to Slytherin, it was. He had been raised in an era where women owned hardly anything and when they married, their property went to the husband. Ane while he was not lawfully wedded to Kaniliel, he still had the feeling that he had joint access to her things. Of course, he probably wouldn't have placed plants everywhere and he certainly wouldn't have allowed birds into his office. Salazar wasn't very big on animals, unless they were snakes, because with snakes, he could easily make them do his bidding. As an accomplished Parselmouth, controlling serpents was simple, even ones as large and powerful as his basilisk. Unfortunately, the beast was dead and Hogwarts was now crawling with unworthy Mudbloods and halfbloods.

Salazar's eyes then turned to Kaniliel, who was looking very fine indeed, lying upon her couch. In green, he noted. "Well, aren't we looking very Slytherin, especially for the Head of Gryffindor," he said, with the usual swagger, if not a bit more than usual. Slytherin was determined to show Draco who had control and who held all the power. He wanted to make sure the young man knew exactly who was dominant. But because of his determination, he subconciously and mistakenly, he'd added in a hint of disdain as he said the name 'Gryffindor'. Slytherin had always hated that bastard and the thought that his disgraceful house had managed to live on was an insult.