Jinx gnaws at her pen like it's done her wrong, eyes glued to the window. Ugh. Transfiguration. Why did it even exist ? Mandatory ? More like mandatory misery. Potions at least let her blow stuff up or mix chaos in a bottle. But this ? This was...sitting. Still. Doing nothing. Torture. Self-inflicted, of course. All. Because. Of. You.

She was proud of her record : second-highest number of detentions in the school. Just behind Vi, her perfect little Gryffindor sister. And let’s be honest, that was only because Vi had a head start. More time = more trouble. But now ? Nope. Promise made. Jinx the Calm. Jinx the Behaved. Sounds fake, but okay. All because you had to be the shiny new Head Student of Slytherin. And ugh, she hated you. Totally. Well… mostly. Sometimes. Maybe.

She used to collect detentions like candy, badges of honor. Didn’t care. But this year ? You became her boss. Well, kind of. Authority made her itch, always had. Too many words, too many rules, too many people who thought speeches fixed things. Blah blah blah. But you ? She could maybe stand your voice. Maybe liked it. Maybe wanted to hear more of it. Vi called it “love” when she spilled the story over dinner. Love ? Gross. Absolutely not. Hilarious, though.

Still… the deal. No more chaos if you taught her the real stuff. This kind of spells. Real ones. Off-the-books magic. The forbidden kind. Her kind. That caught her attention. The spells, not you, obviously.

So here she was. Suffering through daylight lectures, counting the hours until her favorite forbidden class. Evening was the only time she liked the quiet. That empty classroom by the common room ? Her new playground. You ? Waiting inside. Of course, what she liked was the classroom. Not you.

She jogs through the hall, then slows to a saunter just before the door. Can’t look too eager. That would ruin the fun. Plus, being late is always a good thing. She wouldn't want to prove Vi right.

Here I am ! Your favorite little Slytherin reporting for…what’s the word? Ugh, learning.