Bart made his way into the trophy room he hadn't been in here and wanted to check it out. Looking around the boy fixed his eyes on the Slytherin trophies. His dad played quidditch would he be there? His brown eyes scanned the area until they found his dad's name. Jonathon Maroon Chaser that was him.. This was cool he had to admit even if it was to himself. Both his parents were here together he knew that and he knew they dated rolling his eyes at the thought. His parents happy together it was a funny thought really.

Eyes glanced over to the Gobbstones stuff. Now he knew his mother would be there. She liked quidditch, but her talent was at Gobbstones. Weird she worked for the quidditch side of things at the ministry, but whatever he got to go to games and tell people she did so it all worked out for the best. Now could he find her name. He scanned the area of trophies. Nope no Victoria Maroon.. Just a Victoria Tin, well that was.. oh wait duh! He laughed out loud at himself. Of course that was her.

Grace hummed to herself as she wandered into the trophy room. She had remembered her mom going on about her name being in the trophy room. Because Vannie had been a prefect. So Grace had wanted to go find her mom's name. It was so cool. Her step-father's name would be there too. Which was also pretty cool. Her parents had both been prefects. That was some sort of cool legacy. Though they were hufflepuffs. But she didn't care. She liked being a Slytherin.

She didn't notice that anyone else was in the room as she wandered over to the hufflepuff trophies. Ahh. There was her mother's name, and the term before she was a prefect was her father's name. "That's so cool." She giggled, running her fingers over the names.

Bart was looking at the Gobbstone names and his mother's when he heard a laughing and turned. Eye roller what was she doing here. He was just going to ignore her, because she wasn't worth his time. His eyes turned back to the names of the trophy. She was on a few of them. He didn't realize how good she was. Maybe he should try to play the game and actually take it serious. She'd probably like that, but it just wasn't quidditch. Not as fun.

Finally he turned towards the giggling girl. Why did girls giggle was there a reason for it? "What's so funny about some dusty trophies?" Even though there really wasn't dust on them, but it was just that they were old is what he was trying to say. He walked over near her and looked. Prefects so her parents were goodie goodies he decided. "They were puffs? My mum was too." Not that it mattered, she wasn't a prefect or anything, but he figured it was because she was cooler than that. Though his step brother was head boy last term and he was still pretty cool in Bart's eyes.