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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"Fuck, the little bitch pricked me again!"
Cassandra and Caterina were both seated outside, under a large tree, at the small lake Cassie discovered in their first year. Normally, Cat would be skating around, on ice, while Cass watched or did homework, but this time, Cassie had asked Cat, if she could teach her how to sew, as she wanted to do something special.
Caterina giggled softly at her best friends quick temper, and reached out to help. "You do realize that your calling yourself a little bitch." Cass looked up at her. "Your the one controlling the needle." Cassie shook her head immediately.
"No, no, no this little prick, has a mind of its own." She disagreed, while going back to fiddling with the needle and thread. Cat giggled once again, Cass glanced at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"You called it a prick, and it keeps pricking you, get it?" She giggled even more, waiting for Cassie response. Cass gazed at her in slight disbelief, mixed with awe.
"Adorable." She spoke softly with a smile, shaking her head. But when she turned back to the mess, that was her sewing, her face fell. "How am I supposed to get this done before-."
"You'll get it done," Cat cut in, "I promise. But right now, we have class." Cassie groaned, throwing her head back. She had DADA, and their teacher was, well, odd.
"Oh Merlin, I can't take another day of Professor Proluit, he's-he's mental."
Cat just nodded along, Cass had this rant, anytime she even thought of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. She pulled her friend up and began weaving her way through the trees, dragging Cass behind her.
"Did you know that his name literally means, maniac in Latin. Maniac, like really, he really lives up to his name, so he does. Heavens knows why Dumbles hired him, in the first place."
By the time the two girls reached the castle, Cassie had come up with three possible explanations for Dumbledore hiring Proluit.
"He's either, a long lost family member, you know like the middle child or something, and he had to make up a new name, to keep his identity secret, that would explain the odd name."
"Maybe, he's blackmailing poor Dumbles. Like I'm sure Dumbledore has some nasty secrets, that's why his beards so long."
"Oh my Merlin, their sleeping together."
Cat smacked her in the back of the head, for the last one. As they were walking down the corridors, Cassie spotted McGonagall watching them, from around the corner. When she made eye contact, the Professor seemed to be studying Cass, she then hurried them along to class, keeping her eye on Cass as she went.
Caterina had charms, so they split up halfway there. Cassie was now alone as she strolled down the halls. She got the feeling that she was being followed, so she picked up her pace, she kept getting faster and faster, almost running. When she reached the DADA classroom, she ran straight into a hard chest. Cass flinched back, with wide, frightened eyes.
