mattheo riddle, lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, theodore nott, and blasie zabini. the slytherin boys. the most popular slytherin boys in the 6th year. they were raucous, up to their own things as hogwarts was always so focused on harry potter and his golden trio- a common topic of discussion that draco brought up, and everyone told him to shut up about.

mattheo yawned, lounging on a couch in the slytherin common room by the fire; they were all present, in varying states of attention. "did any of you start on that transfiguration essay?" he said lazily; it didn't really seem like he cared all that much. to be fair, mattheo did not really care- his father was lord voldemort, he was a red flag from birth.

lorenzo raised an amused eyebrow as he glanced up from one of his books he'd been half-reading, pseudo-reading if he was being honest, his tone slightly humored. "yeah."

"nope." blaise interjected, shaking his head in slight amusement as theo continued to snore on the armchair, out like he'd been knocked out. draco just rolled his eyes.