[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 - ??
Theo Not...
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"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘄."
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𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 through platform 9 and 3/4, for her 3rd year, she got more stared at more than she ever had before.
She knew why people were staring, but she wasn't going to just suck it up and take it. She wasn't the same girl from first or second year, she had changed and she was sure she was going to end up changing every year.
So she strolled through the platform of witches and wizards, with her head held high, and her posture straight. Behind her was her aunt and uncle, as Nymphadora was to busy with training to see her off.
She turned to her Aunt Andy and Uncle Ted and said her goodbyes the same way she did every year. She then took a deep breath, something she'd done a lot over the summer, except for the fact she was normally exhaling a puff of grey smoke, and walked into the train exited to see her friends again.
•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 walked mindlessly to the Slytherin section of the train, ignoring the continued glances, of worried and intrigued teenagers, she was getting.
She finally got to the compartment her and her friends had claimed last year, took in a deep breath, adjusted her scruffy leather jacket around her body, and slid the compartment door open.
Her friends were to fixed on the conversation they where having to notice her standing in the doorway of the familiar compartment.
She leant against the doorframe and started to carefully exam her chipped, black nails. Pansy was the first to notice her when the conversation swiftly moved onto quidditch.
"Cass, hun, omg!"
"Hey guys." Cassiopeia replied, smiling warmly at her friends. She was then attacked with hugs and questions from her friends and before she could even sit down she was already craving a cigarette for the stress.
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"𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 for the millionth time, I have no idea how he escaped or where he is." Answered Cassiopeia with a sigh and a twirl of her dainty fingers, where a cigarette rested mindlessly in. Blaise had just decided to ask her again if she knew anything about her father. She wasn't annoyed at him for being intrigued, it was normal, but she was getting bored with the constant questions about the topic she so clearly knew nothing about.
