The Harper household has always been a strict one, one with firm words and sharp eyes. Yet like every other story, there's always one person who can burn it down with a single flick of their wrist. In this fanfic of Harry Potter, that person is Cass...
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The Gryffindor table burst out in applause, but to Cassandra, all of the noise was drowned out by her thoughts. Somehow she found herself sat on the long bench, not even sure when she had made her way over. Suddenly the feeling of her chest caving kicked in, the last time this happened, Cass spent about, twenty minutes in her bathroom, hiding from her family, trying to remember how to breath again. She had broken, a very expensive vase, that had belonged to her mother, by accident.
Names were still being called out, but Fred had stopped paying attention. Instead, he was gazing, worryingly over at Cassie, to him, her being in Gryffindor was a dream come true. Obviously, she felt differently, but how could he blame her. Look at her entire family, a long line of Ravenclaws, just like the Weasleys are a long line of Gryffindors. He couldn't imagine being sorted into any other house, he knew his mother would still love him all the same, but Fred got the feeling it wasn't like that in Cassandras family.
Charlie noticed his little brothers concerned face, and turned to see what was drawing his attention from the ceremony. What he found, was a sickly pale, brunette, who was staring at the table, as if it held all of the answers. He was about two people down from the girl, and asked the person next to her to switch with him. When he sat down, the older boy opened his mouth, to say something to the girl, who had caught his brothers attention, when her head snapped up at the sound of a name.
"Kingston, Chance."
Charlie looked up to see a boy with short, brown, wavy hair, stroll up to the hat, like it was nothing. When he sat on the stool, Charlie felt the girl tense in anticipation, and she let out a sigh of relief, when Slytherin, was called out. As soon as she made sure he was sat down, without tripping or stumbling, she caught his eye and gave him a weak thumbs up with a crooked smile on her face, when he gave an enthusiastic grin back, she turned her gaze, back to the table.
Charlie gently poked her on the shoulder, she swiftly, swung her head in his direction, but flinched back, once she saw who it was. "Katie?" Cass whispered softly, she might not have been paying complete attention, but she wasn't oblivious, Cassie swore that it was a brown haired, eleven year old, girl that was sat beside her. Not an older looking, boy with flaming red hair, and a freckled face.
"What- no, I- I switched," he clarified with a confused expression, but quickly enough, it morphed back into the soft one, she had turned around to see. "wanted to talk, to you." He stated causally.
"But the sorting ceremony-"
"Did you know that Godric Gryffindor, was the original owner of the sorting hat?" He questioned, with a gentle raise of his eyebrows.
"Wow, really?" Cass questioned, with a quick glance back at the sorting hat. Suddenly her whole face turned red, at the thought of her sitting on the stool, not knowing what was happening.
Charlie, who noticed her tinted cheeks, questioned her on it.
"Well- em- the hat got kind of annoyed at me." "It got, annoyed?" The redhead questioned, a curious look on his face. "Yeah," Cassie breathed out, "I missed its masterpiece." This seemed to confuse Charlie even more, so Cass decided to answer his silent question. "The song."
