“I supposed,” Draco admitted with a shrug. “Think the Prefects should start doing random checks for potions?” The idea made him laugh. The Slytherins stuck together. If the Slytherin prefects suddenly started checking people’s trunks, half the house would probably get expelled; at that wasn’t just because of Filch’s stupid banned item list.
“What could you possibly have on your mind?” Draco mused with that superior smirk he had perfected years ago.
“Potions,” he scoffed. “Good thing it’s Snape or I’d never pass it. Merlin, that class is boring. Maybe I should find you something else to read and trade. I’ll be asleep in seconds.”