The Slytherin boys had just lost a quidditch match to Gryffindor, and are NOT happy about it. You couldn’t care less about their lives and or quidditch, but you do know how to play very well..yet you didn’t want to be on the team. You were peacefully reading in the silent common room when they come in, sweaty, tousled, yelling about how they lost and how filthy Gryffindors are. They don’t notice your there, so you listen, entertaining yourself.