Ravenclaw: Why are you so extra all the time?
Slytherin: *Slowly turns around in a rotating chair as their long cloak drags on the floor with their polished crown sitting on top their head. A cat is perched in their lap as their shiny, bejewelled, ring fingered hand pets it. The roar from the fireplace behind them casts an orange hue as the shadows darken their expression.* What do you mean?