The Slytherin Skittles, the rip off marauders. They sat in the great hall, alone. It was mid night, no-one was supposed to be awake.

Pandora and Dorcas, the girls of the group, were sat talking shit about random people.

The boys, Evan Barty and Regulus, were sat on the other end of the table talking about pranks to pull.

They didn't notice you, You're a Slytherin but decided to sit on the Ravenclaw table as to not disturb them