1. The Bed
By the time she had finally gotten to her room, Jasmine Cather already had twenty cauldrons worth of sarcasm, and her temper was wearing thin. The moment she stepped up into the train, it seemed, people were dishing out snide remarks about the Hufflepuff house to her. She had to admit that there had been a few… mishaps with Hufflepuff last year, but that wasn't her fault. Besides, she wanted to forget about that. This year will be different. At least that's what she had been telling herself for the past few weeks. This year is fifth year. So, the moment she stepped onto the freshly cut grass of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, she decided not to waste any time on the way to her dorm.
That, however, didn't seem to end the events of the day, but only make them more interesting. She was expecting Makenzie to be there, she was never late, but what she was doing when Jasmine entered the room was just totally and completely wrong. Her friend was sitting on the bed that had already been pushed to be next to the window, painting her toenails a dark shade of matte purple. The bedside table was already littered with Makenzie's stuff. The only thing wrong about this picture was Jasmine's dumbfounded expression, and the fact that the bed next to the window had been deemed hers for all eternity.
"What are you doing?"
"Calculating the mass of Jupiter," Her roommate replied coolly, with a no trace of a joke. She was always like this, according to most people. Snide, Witty, rebellious, funny- whatever you want to call it. Makenzie Rowelfoot was, by any description, a free spirit. She was always saying some smart remark, which often went over people's heads. They couldn't see that it was smart or funny, just that it seemed to offend them. There were lots of people who didn't understand her, and therefore didn't like her, but Jasmine saw past that. She, unlike most everyone else, saw why she was a Hufflepuff. She had met her little brother.
"You know what I mean"
"Excuse me, but you're interfering with the development of my space theories," she said, spilling a bit of polish on her sheet and brushing it off as if it were a dust bunny.
"I can't deal with this right now, Kenz"
"I don't understand why you care. It's just a bed. Though, this one does seem to feel slightly cozier." She shifted, smearing some of the spilled polish on her pale calf.
"Seriously, Kenzie, I'm really not feeling myself today, and I think I might be mentally unstable for real, so just give me my bed back."
Makenzie gave her roommate a long, hard look. "Nah."
"Fine, but… could you grab me something from the dining hall, please. I'm really tired, I don't think I'm gonna go."
"Nice try, but it's a mandatory dinner."
"Maybe I won't go."
"Now you sound like me."
"Yup." Jasmine crossed her arms, and tried to suppress a smile.
Kenzie stood. "Fine, I'll make a deal with you: If you have mandatory dinner with me, I'll give you back your bed."
"Seems a little like I got the short end of the deal, but" with some giggles and the acceptance of an outstretched hand, "I'll take it."