Groaning as they realized they were late, the 8 Slytherins jumped from their seats and headed to class together. They had Transfiguration first class that day. Harry really enjoyed the class... he would've enjoyed it more if the Professor was different. Professor Mcgonagall was strict on all the houses including her own, but she ruined being a fair Professor by always watching the Slytherins with suspicion and distrust. Harry and Hermione would be on the receiving end of her glare more than any other students, he suspected it was because she had gone to school with his Father. So he had taken upon himself to terrify her and wind her up as much as he could. The easiest way to do that; was to imitate his Father, the way he would smile and politely thank her when she grudgingly admitted he had done a good job in class. It was amusing to watch her eyes widen with fear. His sister would just roll her eyes in exasperation while Draco, Blaise and Theo tried to muffle their laughter. Even going as far as to hide their faces in their arms on the desk. Thankfully to make up for it they had Potions for their last class, the one class where it wasn't suspicious if they did well, the one class where they weren't blamed for things they didn't do.... And what they did do.