[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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"𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲."
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𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃, leaning against the wall, outside the DADA classroom.
She was waiting for Professors Lupins lesson, with the 5th years, to be over. She had just finished muggle studies and, since none of her friends take the subject, had time to herself.
So she decided to go ask Professor Lupin if he knew anything about her boggart and what it could have meant. Which is how she got here, watching the 5th year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs leaving the classroom.
"Well, Well, Well." Said a voice from the left of Cassiopeia.
"Long time, no see." Finished another voice.
Cassiopeia turned on her heel, to come face to face with the infamous pranksters, the Weasley twins.
"Right you are, Gred, Forge, right you are." She responded.
"How are you little Black." Asked Fred Weasley, he had flaming red hair, similar to the rest of his family, brown almond eyes and stood looking down at a small Cassiopeia, at 6'3.
"Been better, but not bad." She replied simply, "how are you Fred?"
Fred grinned at the girl being able to tell them apart better then their own mother, "Great Black."
"And you George?" She questioned the younger of the twins, who was practically identical to his twin brother apart from his nose and a few other minor things that you would only notice if you had spent a lot of time around them, like Cassiopeia.
"Practically perfect." He beamed.
"OI, you two." Interrupted another voice.
"Hey Lee." Grinned Cassiopeia.
"Sup Cass." He said before facing the twins, "you coming?"
"Yeah yeah, bye Cassy." Shouted George as he and Fred walked away, following an energetic Lee Jordan.
Once they had left Cassiopeia wiped the grin of her face, changing it for a more serious expression, and opened the door to Professor Lupins classroom.
"Ah Miss Black, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Stated the Professor, who Cassiopeia noticed didn't hesitate on her last name like he did before.
"I came to talk to you about my boggart sir." Replied Cassiopeia with a yawn.
"Yes, as expected." He stopped for a moment before continuing, "but I must ask, how much sleep are you getting?"
He then gestured to her hair, which had turned a light shade of grey after her yawn.
"I'm not wrong to assume that means tired, right?"
Shaking her head, to change back her hair, she replied, "Yeah it does."
"But I'm fine honestly, and I'm getting a few hours a night and some in lessons." She continued noticing his worried glance.
"In lessons?" He questioned.
"Yeah, schools boring, not your lesson though, I really enjoyed the whole boggart thing."
"Right, your boggart, what about it so you want to know?"
"All of it, I don't get the crows or ravens or whatever they were, and I certainly don't know french, which I couldn't be bothered to search for in the library."
He released a short laugh, "Figured you wouldn't had wanted to." And before Cassiopeia could ask what he meant, he continued, "the birds do you have any idea what they may represent?"
"No, but I'm not scared of birds." She answered confused.
"The birds are the same as the ones on the Black family crest, and the french 'toujours pur' means 'always pure', from that I'm going to assume your boggart is your family."
"Oh" was all Cassiopeia could reply with.
She was confused, yeah she didn't exactly love being a Black but she wasn't scared or even ashamed of being one.
"Well thank you sir, I have to meet Draco now, I'll see you next lesson." And with that she left.
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