Harry Potter role play

(Ack thank I'll find a way to jump in)
There was suddenly a crash from outside the group's compartment, and a black haired soon-to-be first year could be seen looking up at a disgruntled second year, both with their wands drawn. The younger of the two quickly muttered a spell in some foreign language (Italian) that made the second year spin rapidly in circles before falling onto the ground. "Why you little-!" He began yelling at the first year, who stepped back a bit, but seemed overall unfazed.

He opened the door and rushed in between them and said “stop it now both of you. Do you want to get expelled before the school year even starts”

"Of course not." Scipio said calmly, lowering his wand despite still keeping a close watch on the second year. The older student scoffed and stood up, pointing his wand directly at Scipio's chest before casting a spell that shot him halfway across the compartment hall.

Zyra quickly shot out if her seat at that and drew her hand. "Stop it, or I will make sure you don't come out of this train."

Scipio groaned softly, shaking his head a bit with his eyes closed before standing and simply walking back over. He could feel a bruise forming on his chest, but he ignored it. The second year glared at Zyra and Scipio, clearly wanting to do something, but he decided to just push Scipio out of the way and leave the compartment.

Zyra glared back heavily and only put her wand away after the second year has left. "Hey, do you want to join us?" She glanced at the first year, wondering if he wanted to join or not.

“What happened?” He asked

"A second year being stupid happened," Zyra replied

"Hmm?" Scipio glanced up at Zyra. "Oh, sure. Sounds good to me." He then looked at Jackson. "Some second year was just being a jerk. He needed to be put in his place." Scipio fiddled with his wand.

“Well the good thing is that you aren’t hurt”

"Yeah…" Scipio thought about the bruise on his chest, but he didn't really consider that a real injury. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Zyra asked, looking a bit worried.

Scipio nodded. "So… uh, what were you guys talking about before that whole thing anyways?"

"We were just talking about the houses and the common rooms," She answered.

"Oh! I know a bit about that… I've read lots of books about Hogwarts at my house."

"Same here! Which house do you think is the best?"

"The best house? Hmm…" Scipio thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, as such a choice would be subjective. As to the house I think I'll be in, that would be Slytherin. Because of that… perhaps I think Slytherin is best? Its members are clever and ambitious, which are typically good qualities… although I have heard Gryffindor talked highly of by most people other than my family."

"Yea, that's because the great Albus Dumbledore himself was in Gryffindor," Zyra mumbled. "But there are also other famous wizards from Slytherin."

Scipio nodded. "I think Slytherin gets a bad reputation because villains have come out of that house, but people tend to forget about the villains from other houses. Cunning and ambition just happen to be good qualities for villains." He shrugged a bit. (He's an advocate for Slytherin rights lol)

(Lol same here with Zyra)

"Yea, but being smart and creative are also good traits for villains," Zyra added on, her eyes lighting up just a bit.

"Mhm. And snakes are usually portrayed as evil as well, even when not connected to the Slytherin house, which doesn't help the reputation of being evil."

"That too, they think everything about Slytherin is bad. On top of that, everyone thinks all Slytherins are mean and are Death Eaters or are close to The Dark Lord."

Scipio nodded slightly. He didn't personally agree with the Dark Lord's views, but his father was/is (idk when this is set) a Death Eater. He had little reason to believe Slytherins could be good, and yet, here he was. A good (ish) Slytherin. "I've met Death Eaters." He said softly, looking at the wall absently. "And I can tell you, they're not the majority. Very few people are quite as cold and… merciless, as a Death Eater." (Whoops he kinda has daddy issues but it's not that bad)

(I think it's during the Marauders Era and I feel bad for Scipio)

"Well, there is a reason as to why they're called Death Eaters." Zyra replied, not wanting it to be gloomy.

"True. Those kind of people are the ones the Dark Lord chooses, no?" Scipio smiled softly, trying to not kill the mood or anything. (Since his dad's a Death Eater he was always taught to call Voldemort 'the Dark Lord' so that's why he does that)

"I think so, and they have to stay loyal to him til the end." Zyra smiled back, glancing out the window.

"Yep. To the end…" Scipio wasn't entirely sure how to feel about this. Of course, it meant that his father must die one way or another, but he couldn't decide how bad that would really be. He shook his head ever so slightly, trying to clear up the dark thoughts.

"Unless, Voldemort dies or gets killed," Zyra mumbled a bit more quietly.

"True, but unfortunately, that seems rather unlikely at the moment." Scipio actually didn't react when Zyra said Voldemort's actual name, which was a bit surprising.

He spoke suddenly a bit late “was it really loyalty or was it just fear?”