Ella gasped as a chill ran down her spine. She quickly cut off the 'fr' in 'frenemy.' This was trying to get on her bad side. Her bad, bad side.

"You so shouldn't have done that."

With an effortless flick of her own wand, Ella pointed her pheonix feather wand at her soaky, drippy, sticky back. With a whoosh, it all disappeared. Oh yeah, she studied. Hunter had taught her some of these spells. She recapped the memory.

"They'll come in handy!" Hunter had laughed.

But snapping back to reality, Ella didn't do anything. Simply cleaned herself up and sat. Violet was a Slytherin by nature, but Ella had the courage to stop.

For now.

Because etching in her mind was the greatest prank EVER to be born...

"So," Ella snickered, "If you're prank was that well thought out, it should be much better planned. That kind of prank just spells out, 'amateur.'" She hoped James had seen what had happened.

"Had it coming?" Ella laughed. "My name is Ella, by the way. Rose it is, then. But Evelyn is a very pretty name!"

See, there were the good, sweet Slytherins, and the jealous, amateur Slytherins. Ugh. Her stepsister Sophia was a cross in between both. She kept and eye out for her.