He squinted his eyes recalling a memory, "You’re telling me that strange conversation I had with Crabbe and Goyle in second year about being the heir of Slytherin was actually Potter and Weasley. No wonder they seemed slightly more intelligent than usual, and no that is not a compliment. No one had broken into the Slytherin common room for centuries and I walked them in personally. Fuck’, he paused for a minute and laughed. "Fucking Gryffindors’, he signed and drank. 