Sitra Kun Makundo - Chap. 2
By Clare

That morning at breakfast, feeling groggy, Jo sat with the Weasly twins. Their mum had sent them back after a year not being able to tolerate them at the house early - and to finish what they missed under Umbridge.

"Uhhhhggg. I want to sleep."

"Don't we all."

"And don't forget, double potions with us this morning!"

Fred and George still finished each others sentences. Jo groaned. Albeit she was a Slytherin, she was not quite the potions master. Leave that to Draco, she thought, and glanced at the Slytherin Table. Yasmin was sitting with some of her Hufflepuff friends and cousins, and wasn't at the table. Draco had his haughty head looking boredly around, and Blaise Zabini and Blythe Demifrase were talking about Ancient Runes.

Most of her friends were in other houses, but she did have some good friends in Slytherin-her best friend was Yasmin, also in her house, and she was friendly with Blythe Demifrase, and a guy called Zachary Moone.

"I don't know where you Gryffindors got the idea that Slytherins like having potions with you." She took a sip of pumpkin juice and began pulling back her rogue hair. "After all, you are always breaking things, tipping things over, we never learn anything-"

"And you Slytherins always laugh at us, make us feel insecure-"

"Oooh, big word Fred - insecure." Jo laughed and ducked a well-aimed grape.
She stuck her tongue out at him and yawned.

"Oi, George, where's our owl?" The mail had been trickling in and the Twin's owl, Beaky, hadn't appeared.

"Dunno Gred. Oh look, there he is, -"

"-And he has some packets, too!"
The twins raised eyebrows at each other and ignored their owls for the packets that he carried. Jo flipped walnuts to him as she watched the twins; interested.

"27, 28,"

"29, 33, 34."

To curious to wait for the boys to finish rifling through the papers, Jo missed her walnut throw at Beaky to lean over. It clacked off his beak and he hooted indignantly.

"Wot are you talking about?"

"Well, numbers obviously, but -"

"It's numbers for the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes-,"

"Order forms to be precise."

Jo's eyebrows arched.

"Forgot about that. So, how much money have ya got so far?"

"103 galleons profit, so far, -"

"But not enough to by ickle Ronniekins a new face."

Joe cackled and grinned. 103 galleons was a pretty good profit for a business run by two teenage boys in a school. Okay, they had the advantage of magic and a magical room to supply for them what they needed, but still.

"When you get rich, you better have my address - you need to give me some money!"

George snorted.

"Make your own business you greedy pig."

"Greedy pig? Me? Anyway, it was me who developed the remedy for Bloating Butterscotches!"

"But we came up with everything else."

Fred fought back. The gong rang for first class, and Jo collected her bag along with everyone else.

"If you don't come to me, I'll come to you." She called as she went to go meet Yasmin in the hall. She didn't really want to wait for the Twins, and she didn't really want to talk to Harry or Ron, or Hermione-she only knew Ron a bit, because she had spent a Christmas with the Weaslys. Harry was rather stiff toward her because she was a Slytherin, and she absolutely detested Hermione, who she thought was emotionally a baby and a prissy know it all, like her French tutor "Madame" Kirchoff.

Yasmin looked a tad more asleep than her, and she figured it out that her cousins kept her talking so much she couldn't have any coffee. She signed "You look like a pig" In their own little language-they had made it up 5th year and were still using it-what nerds! At least, they thought they were nerds, for using their own language for a whole two years. Jo didn't mind laughing at herself.

Yasmin stuck her tongue out at her and signed, "You are an ugly freak." Right back at her and both of them giggled, then skipped the rest of the way to class.