The Marauders Era

Clothes first, panic afterwards

A/N

This chapter is more of a filler than anything else,  not really my best work but it's a build-up chapter for the next chapters that are to come.

Hope you enjoy

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She looked exactly the same as last time. Her dark hair was just as curly and just as wild, while her eyes were so sharp, you would almost think she could cut someone by just looking at them. Her lips were stretched out in a taunting smirk as she studied the two teenagers who looked rather uncomfortable, to say the least.

"Cat got your tongue, cousin?"

"Bellatrix." The name itself left an almost bitter feeling in Cassie's mouth. "When did you get here?" She asked as politely as she could, causing the taller woman to roll her eyes.

"Just a while ago, Cerys told me you were out in the garden. Considering the way your pants look, I hope you didn't have too much fun." Bellatrix moved her eyes down to Cassie's knees as she spoke, staring at the two dark stains. "Anyway dinners in a bit, you should change before then. Wouldn't want to show up looking like that." She commented as her upper lip curled in disdain. Throwing one last look at the two, she turned around and walked down the hall, but not before adding. "Nice to see you again, Rabastan."

"Wish I could say the same," he mumbled under his breath and watched as Cassie cracked a small smile as she heard him. He let out a sigh as he studied his watch for a moment. "She's right, though. It's soon dinner. We should probably change into something else."

She nodded in agreement as they made their way up to the second floor, the two were utterly silent, and it wasn't until Cassie had closed the door to her bedroom and she was alone that she let out a loud groan. She tried running her fingers through her hair before suddenly being reminded that her hair was tied in a ponytail. "Okay.. okay." She breathed out nervously. "Clothes first, panic afterwards," Cassie repeated like a chant as if the words would have some magical ability to calm her.

After she had changed, she took a quick look in a mirror, mentally cringing at the dark mess that rested upon her head. What had once been deemed an ordinary ponytail now looked like a small mess, with several loose strands of hair. Cassie blew a damp curl out of her face before taking hold of the hair tie, tugging it out, and letting her dark hair fall upon her shoulders.

Looking at it now, it didn't appear nearly as bad as she thought it had. The damp strays within her hair had caused a few curls to occur, the courtesy of Rabastan, who not only sent a snowball straight to her face but also sent her flying backwards, landing on her back in the snow.

A soft knock came from the bedroom door causing the girl to switch her gaze from her reflection.

"Yes?"

"It's me," A muffled voice answered, causing Cassie to momentarily roll her eyes as she went to open the door. There in the door opening stood a picture-perfect Rabastan, whose clothes had changed, and his hair that seemed tidier than earlier. She threw him a quick glance before she turned and walked towards the mirror, with the intention of at least trying to detangle her hair. Running her fingers through her ends, she watched his reflection as he moved behind her towards the chair that he had occupied earlier that day.

"Did you know?" Cassie asked nervously.

He gazed curiously at her back as he sat down. "That she was coming? Yes."

Her head turned towards him immediately as she gave him a stare, causing him to add quickly. "That she was coming today? No, you know that if I had, I would have told you. Though you did know that she was coming."