"That fourth-year Snape?" snickered fifth-year Fabian Prewett. "The one who looks like an overgrown bat?"
Gideon chuckled, but his voice dropped an octave as he leaned in closer. "Yeah, has never had a laugh in his entire life, by the looks of it. Him and Lily Evans got in a row outside of the portrait hole. He was threatening to sleep there if she wouldn't forgive him.. she didn't, worse than that time she refused Potter,"
"Heard about that," whispered Frank Longbottom as he slid next to the Prewett brothers. Breakfast in the Great Hall was almost always a catch up on gossip – no matter age or gender. "Snape's been exploring the bloody dungeons again, saw him on prefect duty, when I was patrolling the corridors,"
"You guys gossip like seventh year Hufflepuffs," stated Alice loudly, a few feet away, buttering toast and giving them a knowing look.
"And," she continued, "You suck at whispering."