"Is that blood?"

"No?"

"That's not a question you're supposed to answer with another question."

"Fine, I'm trying to make that muggle fake blood thing."

"Why?"

I look at the floor of my housemates dorm room. It's covered in flour and food colouring.

"To prank the Hufflepuffs," she replies.

"Hmm. You know Slytherins are meant to be organised."

She pokes out her tongue at me.

"And mature," I add.

She huffs and flops on her bed, her hair splayed in all directions, covering the bedsheets in flour.

"I'm 11, we're only itsy bitsy first years."

"I guess I'm the mature one, huh?"

"Obviously."

"What do you have against the Hufflepuffs, anyway?"

"Their common room door covered me in vinegar again, I'm setting it up so it's a different tune. And, if I can get this right, it will cover them in blood!"

"Well, I'm not saying I approve of your actions, but… do you want some help?"

"Yes please, its too...not blood like."

"Easily solved."

"How…?"

"Georgia, we're witches. Witches do magic. Transfiguration. Did you even think this through?"

"I'm following it from online. Not that that's ever worked for me, so no, not at all."

I roll my eyes. "I… wow, okay, just… let me fix it. Also, this could completely traumatise some kids."

"And I care why, they put shaving cream in my pillow, again. Oh, by the why, we need to change the password so it's harder and not overheard. Maybe fingerprint recognition?"

"Make it All Star. Also, clean your bedsheets."

"Let me clean too. Evansco."

"No, wait-"

"Oops..."

"Just… Scourgify!" The bedsheets clean themselves up.

"Why… ugh, anyway, back to the fake blood."

"Right. Halloween's over, how about we stick to something a bit less spooky?"

"But the blood will freak them out. They deserve it."

"Freak them out with urine or something."

"Gross, not urine bleh. You work on the blood. I'm getting the password changed and those soundproof wards up."

"Okay, but urine will gross them out without giving them nightmares!"

"NO URINE! To the ward stone!"

"Fine."

Georgia runs out of the room, her tie flying over her shoulder as the door shuts behind her. I flick my wand a few times, changing the consistency and colour of the 'blood'. Ten minutes later, I poke my finger into the vat of crimson liquid and put a bit on my tongue. Eww, it even tastes accurate.

At that exact moment Georgia walks in.

"Hey Drac. Like blood?"

She makes fangs with her fingers.

"Hilarious. Those poor Hufflepuff's are going to die when they see this."

Georgia narrows her eyes at me.

"Don't exaggerate."

"Figuratively. I hope", I add under my breath.

"Hmpff. You sure you're part Slytherin, Sage? Don't you remember the time then stuck my hands and feet to the corridor with semi-permanent sticking charms. I was stuck there for six hours."

"To be fair, you put hexes on their broomsticks during Quidditch practice. The beaters ended up hitting themselves in the head. It's a miracle they weren't injured."

"So?"

"Georgia, you're my best friend and I love you, but you kind of deserved it and it's a miracle your house has any points at all."

"Our house. Were the only people in Slytherclaw. Remember?"

"I guess it wasn't like we were going to win anyways. 2 kids onto the rest of the school, what are the odds?"

Georgia sits and looks like she's thinking.

"That was a hypothetical question."

"Well, there's a chance of 0.2% of us winning. I think I got the numbers right..."

"Mmmhmm. So we've got the blood."

"Let's go."