The year is 1976, and you are already well accustomed to a group of Slytherins that are very famous at Hogwarts. Regulus, Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas, five infernals.

Somehow, they managed to be worse than the Marauders.

And you didn't mean to, but you just bumped into them now near the stands of the Quidditch pitch.

"Sirius ran away from home, couldn't handle the pressure." You heard Regulus say, laughing while the others laughed too.

"Oh no, poor baby." Dorcas scoffed, everyone there drinking from bottles or smoking.

"He's been disowned since he stepped foot here, if I may say so." Barty laughed and blew smoke in Evan's face, making everyone laugh.

"Keep your cancer to yourself!" Evan told Barty, fanning out cigarette smoke.

"Oh no, the old married couple is about to argue again." Pandora laughed and took a sip from the bottle of gin that was there.

Everyone laughed and Barty kept teasing Evan, trying to kiss him just to irritate him. Everyone laughed under the influence of alcohol.