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"𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬?" Peter asked the girl sitting sprawled in front of him – legs up on the table and arms leaning across the chair; one would believe Cass had made the Hogwarts kitchen her new bedroom. Taking a sip of her green tea – that Peter still very much hated – Cass lowered the cup but kept it at a level where the marginal amounts of steam could warm her face.
"Pete, the fight happened like weeks ago, my nose is perfectly fine-"
"What about your neck?! That was a nasty headlock Mulciber had you in, honestly..."
"Yes, my neck is also fine," pulling down her sweater, Cass showed the boy her finally unmarked neck – the only injure Madam Pomfrey was unable to attend to. "I'm still surprised that Felix- Professor Chambers didn't give me any form of punishment, though!"
"Honestly, me too. You'd think that him being a newer teacher, he'd want to enforce the rules, so he doesn't...well, get fired so early? But, people work in strange ways, I guess!"
"That Pete, I whole-heartedly agree with you. So... what do you want to be when you graduate from Hoggywarts?" Cass questioned the boy who sat idly in front of her. Accentuating the sip of his tea, he lowered the steaming cup, still keeping his tight grip.
"Um, well...I guess and Auror," he answered, watching with bemusement as the girl rolled her eyes in response.
"No, Pete, I asked what do you want to be. Not your friends or your parents or what will get you the most money, what is it you would like to fulfil," accentuating the you, Cass knew her message had made its way across after seeing him finally place the cup down and begin picking the dirt under his nails.
"Well...I guess I've always liked writing. I mean, I do like writing and reading in my spare time, that's why you lot don't ever really see me do it. But I don't think I would be good enough to make a job out of it. No one has ever read what I've written, so I don't actually know if it's good-"
"Pete, do you think it's good?" Cass interrupted, being displeased with his negativity towards himself.
"Y-yeah," Peter hesitantly answered, unsure of where Cass was going with this.
"Then why does it matter whether other people like it or not? Okay- sure, I guess they'll be the ones reading your work, but if you like it and think it's good, then only you have the power to make it even gooder! In fact, the goodest!" Cass', highly intentional, improper use of suffixes made the two snort in laughter – with Pete almost spilling his remnants of tea across his sweater.
"I think you mean better and...great? And yeah, I guess, but okay, I'll be honest, I just don't have the balls to do it. Like to start actually getting some writing published- that's wayyy too nerve-wracking for me! Because I know I will care too much about the critic's thoughts, and that will wreck me as a whole-"
