The Last of the Blacks

Chapter 51: Tattoos

"Dear Cassiopea,
I am so happy that you decided to travel. I remember how keen you were on it when you were eight years old and I knew that you didn't want to go to Hogwarts.
I know that you were shocked, may I say, when you realized that I and Remus put Truth Potion in your chocolate. Remus thinks that this was the right decision. I don't though.
I know that after Sirius' death and the news that your mom left you, you aren't the same. And I mean how can you be? I know that it's hard for you and I hope that you are finally beginning to feel better and becoming yourself again.
Soon you, Harry, Ron and Hermione will be friends again and Remus as your godfather will be so proud of you.
Anyway. I have to go now. But me and my lovely and amazing husband will be coming on Platform 9 and 3/4 on 1st September.
Stay safe.
Tonks."

Cassie laughed as she read the letter. Clearly Remus had no imagination and didn't know his wife at all.

She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. In the American school of magic she felt safe to smoke and fuck and drink. It was the best place in the world for her.

For a moment while she was smoking in the lonely night, Cassiopea Black thought of her dad's tattoo's. Most of them, he had once said were made in Azkaban to remind him that he was Sirius Orion Black, her father, her mother's husband. She thought of having tattoos herself one day.

Maybe even now.

Not that her aunt Andromeda would let her, but... What if she did? What if Cassie tattooed something on her back or wrist that showed exactly how much her father meant to her?

And she could think of nothing more than 'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present the Marauders Map' or some Latin saying like that old one her uncle used to say.

Memento mori.

Remember your mortality. Remember that you will die.

All in all remember thy life is short and you have to live it the way you want, to build your own path, not to let others choose it for you.

Her father lived. And he did a great job. He was an animagus. He was a Marauder. He had her and an epic love. He ran away from home, but he found adventures and... He lived.

He lived more that Cassie would ever do. He lived and when he died he didn't regret a thing. He should had to.

Cassie smiled as she exhaled smoke. She thought of her dad and Remus and how they fought because of her. Because she hadn't tried to make things right.

She decided not tp get offended by the letter and to try again. That was her godfather. Her uncle Remus.

Not Harry's.

She was going to sit and to write to her uncle. Yet she finished her cigarette and ran out of her room.

Cassie walked down the lonely corridor until she reached Narcissa's room. She knocked on the door. She knew that her aunt was probably busy (which was better because aunt Cissa would say yes immediately so Cassie can go away) so she knocked on the door again.

The door opened slightly and her aunt's head showed up. "What. Do you. Want?" her voice was deadly, but Cassie didn't let herself be afraid.

"Can I have a tattoo?" she asked. "I will take Daph with me, but you know how aunt Andy is..."

"OK, fine. But only one, small tattoo..."

"Come again," Cassie smiled.

Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Have how many tattoos as you wish, wherever you wish. But I only gave the permission on one!"