Bill and Charlie had come to see everybody off at Kings Cross Station that year, unfortunately for Mrs Weasley that meant Cass and Charlie causing trouble the whole way there.
Harry, Cassie and Hermione all said their thanks to Mrs Weasley and got onto the train. They made their way to an empty carriage and sat down, Hermione was next to Ron and Cassie had her legs draped over Harry as usual.
"Anything from the trolley? Anything from the trolley?" a voice shouted.
Ron and Harry scrambled to their feet to find their money.
"Anything from the trolley dears?" they asked again.
"Packet of drewbals and a liquorice wand." Ron said counting his money. "On second thought, just the drewballs."
"I'll get them Ron." Cassie said, barely taking her gaze off the window.
As much as Cass did hate being a Black, the vault at Gringotts did come in handy for her.
As Cass was handing her money over to Ron, Cho Chang came over to the trolley witch.
"Two pumpkin pasties please." she said.
Cass noticed the smile Harry and Cho exchanged and it made her feel sick. She wasn't sure why, Cho had always been nice to her.
"This is horrible, how can the Ministry not know who conjured it. Isn't there any security or?" Hermione said after reading the Daily Prophet.
"Loads according to Dad, that's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses." Ron said.
Cassie became agitated. Why did they have to talk about the world cup.
"It's hurting again isn't it? Your scar." Hermione said after noticing harry holding his head.
"Again? What do you mean again Harry?" Cass questioned.
"Nothing." Harry dismissed.
"You know he'll want to hear about it," Hermione said referring to Sirius. "What you saw at the world cup, and the dream."
"What dream?" Cass questioned yet again.
"It's nothing." Harry said again, which only furiated Cass even more.
"Whatever." Cass scoffed. "I have to go meet someone about potions homework."
Cass quickly left the compartment, leaving the three speechless.
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