Good lord are members of Slytherin House dramatic. Bunch of drama club teenagers, I swear. The Prefects lead us to our common room in the dungeon before giving perhaps the single most dramatic telling of a list of rules I’ve ever encountered in my life. Put without the pomp and teenage angst, they are to quite simply keep Slytherin House business inside the common room while presenting a united front to the rest of the school, to never walk alone (on account of asshole Gryffindors) and to not get caught (on account of asshole Slytherins).