Franken Stein and Spirit Albarn walked through the Hogwarts halls, just having gotten done with a mutual detentions, and concerting how they had acted they'll be getting another one.

Spirit was still laughing. He untied his Gryffindor tie and tied it around his forehead. Franken shrugged and followed suit with his own Ravenclaw tie.

Spirit wasn't popular with the other Gryffindors. They believed him more Hufflepuff than Gryffindor, but Franken's seen another side of him that rarely comes out. A side that Franken really didn't understand how it could exist under the redhead's exterior personality.

Spirit stopped, and Franken copied. Spirit pointed towards the window. "Have you ever seen spiders acting like that?"

Franken looked around the older student to see the spiders. They walked out the window in a long, straight row.

"Arachne's probably messing with the spiders again."

Franken shrugged, but when he started to walk his shoe fell in something wet. "Water?" Franken asked, looking under his foot.

"Maybe one of the toilets is backed up," Spirit said helpfully.

Franken raised an eyebrow at him. "I doubt that a person would continually flush a clogged toilet. Not enough to make this much water."

Spirit blushed. "Right. No sensible person would do that. We should go check it out."

As they walked down the hall towards the water a Slytherin came out of one of the converging halls.

"Are you guys the cause of all this water?" Medusa Gorgon frowned.

"More likely you are," Franken said neutrally.

She put her hands on her hips. "Of course, blame the Slytherin for this."

"Your house does have quite the reputation."

Spirit stepped between the two second years. "Let's find out how the water came here, then play the blame game."

Franken nodded and Medusa crossed her arms coldly, but followed both boys towards the deeper water.

Enemies of the heir, beware.

Franken stepped towards the bloody writing, but was quickly pulled back by Spirit, who put his body between the writing and the small muggle-born. Spirit glared at Medusa, but she didn't notice. She was pressed against the wall, her ear to it.

"What do you hear?" Franken asked, his voice muffled.

Medusa shook her head and went over and stood next to the boys, starring at the words. "The Slytherins are going to get blamed for this," she muttered.

"All Slytherins hate muggle-borns," Spirit snapped, pulling Franken closer.

"Fine, then all Gryffindors are stupid glory-hounds and Ravenclaws are insensitive know-it-alls!"

Spirit sighed and turned back to the wall. "Do you think its real blood?"

Franken stepped out of Spirit's arms and went up to the wall, stuck one finger into the red and stuck it into his mouth. "It's real," he called out happily. The other students looked at him, not really believing he had just done that.

"We should leave," Medusa told them. Spirit nodded and picked up Franken and started to walk towards their common rooms when Spirit tripped over something, almost squishing Franken beneath him.

"Mizune," Medusa said quietly behind them. The mousey Slytherin girl lay on the ground.

Her throat was slit.

Franken touched Mizune's neck. "I think we found the blood."

Spirit grabbed Franken and Medusa started to pull them towards the door. "You guys head back to the common rooms. I'll get a teacher." He pushed Medusa towards the dungeons and pulled Franken towards the towers.

As Medusa walked down the corridor she pressed her ear against the wall.

Let me rip... tear... KILL.

The second year jumped back. This is going to be an interesting year, she thought, smirking.