For ages I have thought about this. I have had this chapter in my google for almost a year but I am too lazy to plot it rn lol. But here is what I have so far. 

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 Sungjong stiffened as the sound of yelling flooded through the library. He lifted his book up to hide his lips that curled in contempt and rolled his shoulders confidently, he had expected the Gryffindor brat to appear sooner. ‘Yah! Lee!’ Sungjong’s lips curled into a smirk at the sound of Sungyeol’s squeaky voice.

 ‘Are you calling yourself, Sungyeol? Should we get the Matron? It seems like you got hit by a bad befuddlement spell. Or is that just how stupid you are.’ Scorpius sneered.

 ‘Obviously it’s because he’s an idiot,’ Sungjong lowered his book and smiled at the infuriated teen.

 ‘I swear,’ James clenched his fists prepared to punch the boy but Sungyeol placed his hand on his shoulder to try and calm him.

 ‘Don’t,’ Sungyeol’s voice pitched even higher, making him sound frighteningly similar to a cartoon character.

 ‘What’s wrong Yeollie? You sound different,’ Sungjong grinned, his smile dropped as Sungyeol lost his cool and punched him, knocking him off of his chair.

 ‘That’s it!’ The four boys froze as the librarian marched up to them. Her face was as red as a wilting poinsettia as she jabbed her index finger in their direction. ‘You two to detention! Now! Go join the rest of your annoying, rambunctious,’ Scorpius helped Sungjong up and grimaced apologetically as he watched the two Lee’s walk away with the frantic woman. ‘Aggravating, immature group! I have had enough of Infinite! Infinite what? Infinitely making trouble, that’s what!’ She shrieked as she followed them to what the teacher called, rather plainly, the room. Whenever any of the seven got in trouble they were immediately thrown in there to think through their problems.

 ‘We’re not in a group!’ Sungyeol screeched, he would argue later that his unmanly shriek was only because of the spell, though that was questionable. Sungjong remained quiet, mentally agreeing with the kid for once.

 ‘Just get in the room,’ she grasped the handle and practically ripped the door open.

 ‘Am I finally leaving?’ Woohyun immediately showed up, his smile dropping as soon as he saw the two additions. ‘Great,’ his voice was low and gravelly as he turned around and walked back into the room.

 ‘Get in you two,’ she guided the two miscreants into the room and slammed the door closed on them. Sungjong pushed past Sungyeol barely glancing at Woohyun, his fellow Slytherin, as he made his way to his usual spot in the room, the desk right beneath the window.

 ‘Yo! Girlie!’ Sungjong clenched his teeth ignoring Dongwoo’s obnoxious hollering.

 ‘Shut up, mutt,’ Hoya glared at Dongwoo from the old creaky teachers desk. As usual he was seated in the front of the room, his feet were crossed on top of the desk as he leaned back into the wooden seat. If his crest wasn’t the clearest of blue’s that emphasized the loyalty to wisdom and knowledge Hoya would have been the stereotypical Slytherin. Hoya came from a prestigious family in the middle of wizarding England, in fact he was Sungjong’s cousin. But blood doesn’t mean family, the two had never got along and that stemmed from their mothers. The two were sisters, still are to this day if they haven’t yet accomplished killing each other off. The two sisters were constantly fighting for their parents love and that set in a deep hate for each other that they taught their sons.

 ‘Why not you shut up!’ Sungyeol snapped, instantly his high pitched voice echoed through the room sending the occupants into a stunned silence before the six boys erupted into laughter. Sungyeol was the stereotypical Gryffindor, he was a muggleborn that had a bit too much fire in him. Not only was he immature and known school wide as the choding (somehow the korean term for an elementary school student became rampant in the school; he blamed Woohyun), but he was eager to fight anyone who brought up blood purity. He always hung around the Potters and Weasleys and tended to go spend holidays with them; it would be fair to say that Hermione had become the outspoken boys ideal type, he always did like Noona’s.

 ‘What happened,’ Dongwoo snickered trying to hold in his chittering laughter, ‘to you?’ Dongwoo was the one and only Hufflepuff in the group and was a social butterfly. Everyone in the school knew him, from the first years to the graduating students, and everyone had something good to say about him no matter how much they hated him. Nobody really knew his blood status and he never cared to tell, in fact the student body knew next to nothing about him other than his name but they never had the time to find it odd, he always kept them occupied with other thoughts. Sungyeol’s lips curled up into an annoyed sneer as he looked in Sungjong’s direction. The six boys could see the disturbing smirk of Sungjong’s lips in response.

 Out of the seven Sungjong was the most feared school wide, despite looking terrifyingly effeminate Sungjong appeared to be the cruelest of them all. Sungjong was a pureblood from a prestigious family but he didn’t care for blood, if he felt like it he would terrorize someone he didn’t care if they were a Lee, Malfoy, Kim, Potter, or a Zabini. However, because he was so silent and was such good friends with Malfoy everyone had deluded themselves into thinking he was an arrogant, all powerful, slytherin. He never bothered to refute any of their claims because it meant that he was left alone.

 ‘Of course,’ Woohyun rolled his eyes and jumped onto a desk in the far corner, crossing his legs on top. Woohyun was the other Slytherin, he was the flirt and he could charm any girl he saw. Woohyun was a halfblood with not an ounce of veela blood in him, though the girl’s he charmed would say otherwise. Sungjong despite being fear invoking was also the most honest so he hated Woohyun’s lack of honesty. Woohyun was a compulsive liar and saw absolutely nothing wrong with it; in fact he admired that trait of his. It helped him get out of the many situations that brewed from his large amount of girlfriends.

 ‘Why won’t they let us, out!’ L clenched his fists and glared at the door. As always L was in the center of the room, seated facing the door and was losing all composure he had in public. L was the other Gryffindor and also a prefect. The school saw him as the cool nonchalant guy, his rare smiles stopped girl’s hearts and his distracted look made him look like a thoughtful genius. But really the teen was a mash of emotions just waiting to be let out, and they were, whenever he was stuck in the room he would get bored into frustration within the first thirty minutes. By now Infinite could calculate every stage of his boredom, and had heard more from him than his own housemates had the whole time he had been at Hogwarts.

 ‘Will you please just be quiet!’ Sunggyu slammed his hands against the rough desktop, the frail top warped at his touch as he glared out at the teens. ‘Every time we are in here the exact same thing happens, today there will be no fighting, no pranking, no arguments, and absolutely no communicating! I want to get out today and the only way that will happen is if we all ignore each other for once!’ Sunggyu was the eldest in the room, but that meant nothing to the boys, however, the fact that he was Kim Sunggyu did. The Kims were the next influential family, they were so much more powerful than the Lee’s because their power extended into the muggle world as well. Sunggyu and L were brothers and later one of them would inherit the muggle company, and the other would inherit the Wizarding company.

 Sunggyu and L didn’t hate each other, they just didn’t know each other. While they were being raised they had grown up in the muggle and wizarding world, their mother lived in the wizarding world and their father in the muggle so the children would alternate living with their parents so they could get proper exposure to both worlds. Wasn’t the most loving of conditions but their parent’s didn’t love each other and didn’t understand love themselves so the boys had been raised almost robotically and only for the good of the companies.

 ‘I would like to get out of here,’ Hoya nodded slowly then he stared at the door as if willing it to open. The teachers cast a spell so that only when they had gotten along for a long enough time the door would the door open, it was locked only from the inside so that the teachers could guide them in as they caused trouble.

 ‘Why? Do you have a hot date waiting?’ Woohyun questioned before he threw his hands in the air dramatically ‘Oh, wait, that’s me!’

 ‘Oh, Merlin,’ Sungjong rolled his eyes barely containing his aggravation.

 ‘We’ll never get out of here,’ Dongwoo mused, somehow making it sound eerily optimistic.

 ‘We have before, we will again.’ L nodded determined causing his shaggy black hair to fall into his lidded eyes, as he glared at the door.

 ‘Yeah, is that before or after you break down again,’ Sunggyu scoffed, he couldn’t understand why his parents favoured the kid, he was barely good enough to even take over a small coffee shop let alone a huge company.

 ‘I don’t break down!’

 ‘Yes, you do,’ Hoya agreed with Sunggyu, as always. Sunggyu and Hoya were the ones that got along the most, but even then it was more of an agreement. They had few reasons to dislike each other so they merely agreed with each other, and that was it.

 ‘You know what?’ Sungyeol’s squeaky voice had gotten higher, making him sound like a small rodent. ‘I need to get out of here.’

 ‘Don’t tell me you have a date too,’ Dongwoo’s eyebrows raised at Woohyun who scoffed and rolled his eyes.

 ‘Of course not, do you really think he’s mature enough to date?’ Hoya pulled on his tie, loosening it then ing the first few buttons of his uniform. If any of his fangirls had been in the room they would have fainted from the glimpse of his chest. Because of course, as the seven of them caused the most trouble they all had their fair share of fangirls, they weren’t the only ones, almost all of the people the seven hung out with had fans of some kind.

 ‘You know what?’ Sungyeol raised his wand in Hoya’s direction as his jaw jutted out to the side in annoyance. ‘I am not a child, I am not immature, and if I wanted to I could have a girlfriend!’ Hoya snorted and rolled his eyes, within moments Sungyeol whipped the wand through the air, ‘calvario! Why not you try and get a girlfriend now, Lee.’ Sungyeol hissed, Hoya’s hand slowly went up to his head as he rested his hand atop his newly bald head.

 Hoya breathed in slowly as he stood up, clutching his own wand in his hand. ‘Idiot,’ Sungjong flipped the page of his book and pressed his back against the wall, already anticipating the fight.

 ‘Defodi-’

 ‘Expelliarmus!’ Dongwoo waved his wand first, causing Hoya’s wand to go flying into Dongwoo’s free hand before Hoya could finish the spell. ‘Are you an idiot? Seriously?’ All previous cheerful nature was gone from Dongwoo’s face, making him look extremely intimidating. ‘Do you know what they spell would have done to him? It would have ripped him to shreds!’

 ‘I know,’ Hoya sighed heavily in aggravation, ‘that was the point.’

 ‘That spell is banned from the school!’ Dongwoo stuffed Hoya’s wand into his pocket and sat down at his desk again. ‘You’ll get your wand back when we leave.’

 ‘You can’t decide that for me,’ Hoya clenched his fists as he stormed towards Dongwoo, fully prepared to bash his head in; the muggle way.

 ‘Are you going to get your hands dirty?’ Woohyun mocked Hoya, fully aware of the purebloods frequent use of his fellow students. Hoya never really do anything wrong to anyone at school, he always recruited people to do such work for him. The only time he actually got in trouble was when his temper got the best of him. Which was why he was in the room that day he had gotten in an argument with L and started shooting spells at him, so then Woohyun decided to hex him because why not, then Sunggyu jumped in to defend his comrade and Dongwoo tried to settle the fight only to change his aims as soon as Woohyun “accidently” hit him with a jinx.

 ‘He doesn’t have to, Sunggyu will just do it for him,’ L jabbed as he glared at his elder brother.

 Sunggyu tsked and folded his arms against his chest, physically removing himself from the situation. ‘I’m not getting into anyone’s mess.’

 ‘You mean like how you didn’t help him curse Miss Vale?’ Sungjong looked up from his book, his elegant black eyebrows were slanted upwards emphasizing his knowledge of the supposedly secret plan.

 ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Sunggyu shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly, hiding the shock he felt. That was supposed to be a secret, the two of them would be expelled if the headmaster knew what they did.

 ‘You hurt Vicki!’ Sungyeol’s high pitched voice cracked as he stared at the guilty teens, shocked. Vicki was the other girl Sungyeol liked, she was the year ahead of him and was liked by almost everyone in the school. She was an american transfer that had a glib charm to her.

 ‘She is so annoying,’ Dongwoo sighed and pushed by Hoya.

 ‘You’re her friend,’ L muttered as he dropped to the ground, staring at the door blankly as if daring it to stay closed.

 ‘No, he’s her fiance,’ Sungjong flipped the page of his book, remaining oblivious to the looks of astonishment that impacted every other student in the room.

 ‘And why do you think that?’ Dongwoo’s jovial voice sounded strained as his eyes flashed with fury.

 ‘I have my sources,’ Sungjong calmly looked up from his book, somehow Sungjong seemed to know everything that was happening in the school and nobody could really figure it out. Which of course gave him another tick in the dark lord checkbox.  Moments later the door clicked open, ‘it must be dinner time.’ Pushing himself off of his seat Sungjong walked out the door, not saying a thing to the other occupants. Thankfully the door always opened for meals and before curfew.

 ‘You have your sources,’ Sungyeol mocked, ‘more like you have your dark spells. Isn’t that right your Evil Highness,’ Sungyeol mock bowed to the younger Slytherin oblivious to the tightening of Sungjong’s jaw.

 ‘I’d watch your words choding, you don’t know what you’re saying,’ Sungjong hissed before storming away. It had not been that long since Voldemort died, it had only been a startling fifteen years so needless to say calling any pure blood a dark lord was still a touchy subject. The war was still fresh in the minds of the adults and their offspring were raised with the full knowledge of what occurred.