Cassiopeia Hope Black is the daughter of the crazed mass murderer, Sirius Black.
Follow Cassie through her teenage years where she battles love, drama, and Voldemort.
Get ready for some twists.
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Chapter 42: The Yule Ball
Despite the very heavy load of homework that the fourth years had been given for the holidays, Cassie was in no mood to work when the term ended and spent the week leading up to Christmas enjoying herself as fully as possible along with everyone else.
Gryffindor Tower was hardly less crowded now than during term-time; it seemed to have shrunk slightly too, as its inhabitants were being so much rowdier than usual. Fred and George had had a great success with their Canary Creams, and for the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feather all over the place.
Before long, however, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the center, and George confided to Cassie that he and Fred were now working on developing something else. Cassie made a mental note never to accept so much as a crisp from Fred and George in the future.
Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.
"It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," they heard her saying grumpily as they left the Great Hall behind her one evening. "I will not fit into my dress robes!"
"Oooh there's a tragedy," Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"
"Shush!" said Cassie. "That's my cousin I love very much!"
"You've only known her for two months!" said Hermione.
"Still," shrugged Cassie.
"Who are you two going to the ball with?" said Ron.
He kept springing this question on the two girls, hoping to startle them into a response by asking it when they least expected it.
However, Hermione merely frowned and said, "I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."
Ron looked to Cassie, hopeful.
"No," she said flatly.
"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them. "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Harry, Cassie, and Ron all whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"
Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
