[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
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"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼, 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝘁."
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"𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍"
Cassiopeia glanced over at the Slytherin table once the hat had been taken of her head and saw them clapping, cheering and jumping up and down uncontrollably, but she couldn't hear anything. It had all gone quiet.
Almost silent.
Apart from the low ringing in her ears.
She glanced at her hair, which was now a dark purple. She quickly shook her head and back came the confidence she had just moments before. Her hair turned a lighter purple, pride. She held her head up high and graciously walked over to the Slytherin table, as if she was floating. Once she sat down the sorting started again and her hearing came back.
If she was being honest she didn't listen to the rest of the sorting, so she couldn't tell you that Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor along with Ron Weasley and others. She couldn't tell you the names of the other Slytherins who just sat around her. Nor could she tell you what Dumbledore said after.
Food suddenly appeared on the tables and just as Cassiopeia was about to eat some food a voice stopped her.
"Ah, hello there cousin"
Her head snapped up to the familiar voice, to be met with Draco Malfoy sitting opposite her. "Draco" She replied with a smile. "Here to apologise?"
He smiled back at her "Shouldn't you be the one apologising to me?"
"No I was merely laughing at the funny situation."
He chuckled in response and then another voice interrupted their conversation.
"The names Blaise, Blaise Zabini." Said the boy sitting on the left of Draco. He had short almost not noticeable hair, with dark tanned skin, and an illuminating smile.
"Draco Malfoy" replied Draco, who had a genuine smile on his face.
"Cassiopeia Black"
"Isn't your dad the mass murderer, Sirius Black." Another voice asked, a more feminine one.
Cassiopeia looked to her left to see a girl with a short black Bob and fringe staring at her intently.
"What?" Snapped Cassy, she hadn't done anything to this girl and she was already being rude.
"Lay of pansy, seriously." Said a new voice to the right of Cass. He was a boy with short curly, light brown hair.
"I wasn't being rude?" Snapped back the Pansy girl. "I was merely asking her a question, I see nothing wrong with that."
"It's fine erm..?" She looked to the boy on her right.
"Theo, Theodore Nott." He replied.
Cassiopeia simply nodded and turned her attention back to the other Slytherins on the table.
Cassiopeia then started to talk to the Slytherins around her, and realised they weren't all that bad, yeah most of them had snappy tempers and could be a bit bitchy, but they weren't evil like they were made out to be, they were like her and she felt at home in Slytherin house.
She was a Slytherin.
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