Sitra Kun Makundo - Chap. 1
By Clare

It has been a while at Hogwarts, well, only two years, but most of the Slytherin Gryffindor prejudices have died down-slightly. Even a bit for the notorious Ron Weasly, a Slytherin-hater. Because of this Hogwarts this year has become more relaxed, which give students more free time . . . . . ^^

"Jooooo" A lilting female voice carried the singsong note a cross the room. "What are you doooing?" It asked again. The speaker, a girl, emerged by sliding down the banister into the common room.

"Shut uuup, I'm doing my hooomwork!" Jo yelled back. She pushed her auburn hair out of her face and into a pony tale. Shifting her seat a little, she looked up at the speaker. "Yasmin! Come on. "

"Whateverrrr!" the other girl has straw blond hair that was sort of dread locked but half out of it. That was because, no matter what the instructions on the box said, Yasmin would not take showers only once every two months.

She jumped on the couch, poofing up Jo's cushion and sending her quill and a papers flying. Not to mention her inkwell, which landed upside down on the carpeting. "Uh oh" Yasmin whispered.

"Uh oh is right. I'm going to kill you!" Jo launched herself up out of her seat and chased after the other girl, who being one-step ahead, had already started running.

"Nonono Jo it was an aaaccident! I'm sorry!" Yasmin yelled and narrowly missed tripping over an armchair. Jo landed on the armchair and made a flying leap, tackling Yasmin to the ground. "Not sorry enough!" She yanked on Yasmin's pants and grabbed a hold of her underwear. "Wedgey!" She pulled up ward.

"Oooooow." Yasmin complained as wrested Jo off her and got up, examining the damage.

"Shut up you two! Some of us are trying to do our homework!" A pale blond head stuck out of a room, a subsection of the common room. It had a door, convenient for "parties" It looked like Salazar Slytherin didn't mind what his students would be up to in there. ;)

"Well if homework includes making out with Pansy Parkington, then I'm a toad." Jo snorted and turned to Yasmin. "Come on. I didn't get you that bad."
The boy grunted and closed the door again. (N/A: Guess who that was?)

"Yes you did! I bet-" She looked down the back of her pants, -"No, I know, that you can only see my butt, not my underwear down there! Look!"

"I'd prefer not to." Jo said and wandered back to the ink and paper mess.
"At least my paper can be salvaged." She rolled her eyes. "And lucky for you we can use magic in the castle, or I'd be here with a whip, making you clean it up your self."

"As if." Yasmin rolled her eyes again.

"Scourgify!" Jo pointed her wand at the ink slowly seeping into to carpet. The ink pulled up off the floor and deposited itself in the inkwell, which had righted itself on the coffee table. The little whoosh generated by the spell and skewed Jo's hair in front of her.

"Yuck!" she yelled, holding it in front of her face. "They're ink spots all over it!"

"You can wash it" Yasmin ventured timidly.

Jo just put a hand on her face - Yasmin didn't look regretful at all. When she took away her hand, there was some ink on it.

"And you got it on my face, too."

"Well I know how to-no, that wouldn't work."

"What wouldn't work? Tell me!"

"Using the Scourgify spell on you - but you're so ugly, it would take off your face!"
Jo lunged.