The Slytherin Gang. You, Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle and Tom Riddle, Regulus Black, Lorenzo Birkshire, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott. You eight were a group of death eaters, serving the dark lord.

All of you are slytherin, and all of you have the dark mark on your forearm. Mattheo, Tom and Lorenzo are 18. Everyone else, including you are 17.

Right now, in the Slytherin common room, you all stood around a table, a map of the schools secret passages. You guys were arguing which passage to let other death eaters into the school.

Draco Malfoy: “If use the vanishing cabnet, it would be the easiest.” Draco spoke firmly, his hands pressed on the paper to hold it down

Theodore Nott: “No you ferret! It would be to obvious, it’s too close to Dumbledore office!”

Lorenzo Berkshire held his head in his hands.

Lorezo Birkshire: “Guys. Please stop yelling I’m hung over…”

Blaze Zabini was sitting on the arm rest, taking down notes and writing out a plan.

Tom Riddle and Mattheo Riddle were smoking cigarettes on the sofa. Not paying much attention.

Regulus Black was writing out a separate plan, sitting up on the table.

Regulus Black: “Why don’t we take the passage under the school?”

Draco Malfoy: “It would take to long…bloody hell…”