"Storm, huh? Storm. Ok. And what will we call ourselves collectively? Everyone knows about the famous Marauders. Padfoot. Prongs. Wormtail. Moony. But they were Gryffies. And so they died by evil hands. We are Slytherins. Together, we can't be stopped! We will learn as the Gryffies do, we will study as they do, and we will fight as they do, mixed with our tactics, obviously. We will only have to learn the animagus spell, which I can teach to you both. My father taught me. Once we can get past these doors at night and reach a secret spot, we wil see how we turn out. I'm a panther, by the way. Are either of you werewolves?" he leaned in closer for this conversation as to not allow others hear.