Jinx Not-So-Malfoy and the Heir of Slytherin

Chapter 16

Just a heads up here.

I'm adding my friend Hannah's (Snickers10124) character Silver Tremvodol from her story, Pure Blooded. GO READ IT NOW!

Speaking of Pure Blooded, Jinx will be appearing in the next chapter! YAY! But here's the thing, Silver is in Gred and Forge's year and right now in her story, Silver's graduated and Jinx's year in in their sixth, so you get a peek at Jinx's future.

EXCITING RIGHT?

ON WITH CHAPTER 16!

Oh yeah, and Marcus Flint is going to be younger than he actually is in this 'cause that's how he is in Hannah's.

Oh, and he won't be as ugly as a troll.

I heard Seamus' scream first.

"WHO BLOODY PAINTED MY TOES?"

"SOMEONE FILLED THE ENTRANCE HALL WITH PLASTIC BALLS!"

"EVERY CHALKBOARD ON THE FIRST FLOOR DECLARES FILCH IS A LOONYBIRD!"

"What's all this racket?" Ron said tiredly as he slumped down the stairs, Harry behind him.

"Someone's painted Seamus' toes pink, filled the entrance hall with plastic balls, and wrote "Filch is a loonybird on every chalkboard in the school," Fred reported.

"You mean it wasn't you?" Ron asked.

"Pink toes? Please, Ronald." George rolled his eyes. "We'd've cursed him to make everything he touches pink!"

Damn, that's good. Wish I'd thought of it.

"This seems like something Jinx would do," Harry said warily.

"Harry, Jinx is petrified, remember?" Ron said, slapping Harry lightly on the cheek.

"I know," Harry said angrily, pushing Ron's hand away. "I was just saying. It seems like something she would do."

You are more correct than you will ever know, Harry.

I then decided to watch the commotion in the Slytherin common room. I skipped down to the common room and slipped inside to find that my prank worked out perfectly.

"It's obvious it's for me!" Pratty Pansy was saying.

"No!" a red-headed girl said. "It's obviously for me! I'm the most beautiful girl in Slytherin!"

About twenty other girls started fighting -- claws and all.

I couldn't help but laugh at them. But then I heard someone laughing with me -- a girl's laugh. I stopped laughing, startled.

I looked over to see a fourth-year Slytherin girl with dark hair. She looked over at me, amusement twinkling in her gray eyes.

"Did you do this?" she asked me.

"You can see me?" I asked.

"Shouldn't I...?" She looked at me closer.

"I-I-I-I'm petrified," I stuttered in shock.

"What? Like, Slytherin's monster petrified?" she asked.

"Yes!" I said. "About seventeen days ago!"

I laughed out of joy, but the girl was eyeing me nervously.

"I haven't seen any other petrified people," she said.

"Neither have I," I said, shrugging. "Perhaps I'm special. Oh, it feels so good to have a conversation with someone who can talk back!"