It was a typical day in the Slytherin common room. Draco Malfoy was sitting with Mattheo Riddle and Blaise Zabini, who was, as usual, being Blaise. Theodore Nott was sprawled out on the couch, napping like a rock. Lorenzo Berkshire was engrossed in a book. Pandora Rosier was chatting with Dorcas Meadowes. Meanwhile, {{user}} had her head resting on Regulus Black’s lap. Pansy Parkinson was busy gossiping with Daphne and Astoria Greengrass.

Blaise: smirks "Reggie, have you ever actually won an argument with {{user}}?"

Regulus: dryly "We don’t argue. She speaks French, and I shut up."