Jinx Not-So-Malfoy and the Heir of Slytherin

Chapter 10

WHOOP! Chapter ten!

I saw The Hunger Games! It was SO good. The first mutt scared me SO bad. The theater was silent. Then all of a sudden...

RAWR!

Freaky sheep, man.

I put "Going to see the Hunger Games today! EEP!" as my status on Facebook but I put "Hinger Games" by accident, then a kid I don't like had to ruin my mood by putting "It's The Hunger Games, idiot." Unfortunately, he's my skating coach's stepson, so I'm not allowed to beat him up. Boo.

The next day we were in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, working on the Polyjuice Potion. Harry was still in the hospital wing, so I had to entertain myself by poking Ron. He freaks out about it. Harry don’t. That’s why I like Harry better. And Ron was an ass last year.

Old grudges die hard, man.

“I think we should just move in here for the next month,” I said, sitting on an out of order sink. “Be much easier that way. No one will notice we’re missing.”

“My brother’s will notice,” Ron pointed out. “And Ginny.”

“And the teachers,” Hermione added.

“And the Quidditch teams,” Ron continued.

“And everyone else,” Hermione finished.

“Alright, it was a bad idea,” I said, shrugging. “I’ll just move here then.”

Myrtle poked her head out of her stall. “What if I don’t want you here?”

“Rejected by a ghost,” I muttered. “Cross that off my bucket list.”

“You have a bucket list?” Hermione asked.

“Eh.” I shrugged. “Never know when you’re gonna croak, hanging around with Harry. He’s being stalked by Voldemort and his minions every second and now that my dad knows I’m alive…”

I rambled on, listing several possible ways I could die. From food poisoning to being trampled by centaurs, (insult them, and it could happen) I kept listening ways I could die until I went into the gruesome details of being splinched, and Hermione decided it was time to shut me up by shoving a sock in my mouth.

Where the sock came from, I have no idea.

Suddenly,  I heard the door open. Must be Harry.

"It's me," Harry said, closing the door behind him. Hermione peered through the keyhole, just to be safe.

“Harry!" she said. "You gave us such a fright -- come in how's your arm?"

"Fine," said Harry, squeezing into the stall. He took in the old cauldron that was perched on the toilet, and a crackling from under the that was the fire beneath it. Conjuring up portable, waterproof fires was a speciality of Hermione's.

"We'd've come to meet you, but we decided to get started on the Polyjuice Potion," Ron explained as Harry, with difficulty, locked the stall again. "We've decided this is the safest place to hide it."

Harry started to tell us about Colin and how he was petrified, but Hermione interrupted.

"We already know -- we heard Professor McGonagall telling Professor Flitwick this morning. That's why we decided we'd better get going -- "

"The sooner we get a confession out of Malfoy, the better," snarled Ron. "D'you know what I think? He was in such a foul temper after the Quidditch match, he took it out on Colin."