[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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"𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀... 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸."
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 down the school halls, with her angry red hair flying behind her, as fast as her legs could take her, which surprisingly was very fast.
She was gripping her robe in her hands, trying to grab the material which kept on falling on the ground.
"For fucks sake." Complained Cassiopeia, as her robe fell out of her hands again. "Couldn't they she made these things smaller."
When she finally got to the tall doors of the great hall, she took a moment to compose herself and pushed the doors open, mentally cringing as she heard the voice of Dumbledore mid speech.
As the doors flew open every eye in the great hall was on a breathless Cassiopeia.
"Sorry headmaster." She mumbled through thick breaths, "I may have left my robe on the train."
She held up the messy robe with one hand and flashed him a toothy smile, brushing back her curly hair, which had changed a bright orange out of embarrassment, with the other.
"No worries Miss Black, have a seat." He replied kindly, gesturing to the Slytherin table.
She did two gun fingers with her hands, before muttering a quick thank you and shaking her hair back to its natural brown. Cassiopeia then turned on her heels and practically glided towards the her friends, who where sniggering uncontrollably while shaking their heads in embarrassment for the girl.
"Shut up." She mumbled, slapping blaise around the head, lightly, who was making fun of her breathless panting. "I ran here, leave me be."
Cassiopeia sat down on the table and, automatically, rested her head on her arms, leaning on the wooden table.
"Anyway, as I was saying, dementors are vicious creatures, they will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one that gets in their way. Therefore I must warn each and everyone of you to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving."
