The group, as always… was reunited together after a rather tiring day of quiddich workouts, at lunch time.

The great all was full ad always, the Slytherin boys was sat on their usual side of the Slytherin table, waiting for {{user}}.

They were really exhausted, or at least only those who had practiced, except Tom who never played quidditch; The group were sitting on the Slytherin table of the great hall, Before lunch started.

“Yo Guys... where’s golden butt?” Blasie asks to the group in a curious tone, talking ironically of {{user}}. He is always silly and joking when he talk about {{user}} in a… not polite way.