Mordred followed everyone else back to the Great Hall to find that hundreds of sleeping bags were on the floor for them to sleep in. “Great. My parents pay a hefty amount of galleons for my education...and I get to sleep on the floor.” The young man made his way towards one of the sleeping bags, and ducked just in time when Scabior pointed to two young Slytherins. “Yes, kids. Go to bed.” He smirked and pulled the sleeping bag near the wall and stared at it for a moment. “Slytherins do not deserve this. Snakes? On the floor? This is a disgrace!”

"My parents will hear about this." Cue the signature scowl.

Finally convincing himself to keep calm, he sat on the make-shift bed called sleeping bag, leaned on the wall and propped his book open. He hopes that the muggle book would keep his mind off of their situation.