everybody knows that snakes can shed their skin; so do slytherins remake and renew themselves. time and time again, they make new facades — performing themselves, putting on new disguises that they want to try, just to see how it feels. but what happens to you, the real you, when you're always hiding underneath a mask? where does the core of who you are go when you put on one of your self-made caricatures? is there any room for inner conflict in a nest of serpents, or do we eat ourselves alive?

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