chilling in the slytherin dungeons ((open!!))

Icarus was sitting in the common room trying to finish up an assignment for Defense Against The Dark Arts. I'd yell for my dad to help, but I don't think he'd want me to bother him after a long day. Guess I'll attempt to do the shit I know and procrastinate, he thought solemnly; this had always been his weakest subject, and it didn't help any that almost every DADA professor is/was shitty, with the exception of his dad. he always loved his dad and always thinks positively about him. Suddenly, Icarus heard footsteps enter the common room.