The Marauders Era

Knight in shirtless armor

A/N

hello:) I just have to be frank and say that I did not like chapter one bit, like I was literally pulling my hair when writting it, mostly due to the fact that its a filler, and I had no idea what to do... But i hope you can enjoy it anyway, and i swear the next chapter will be better.

It was bright, almost too bright. The light that had poured through the window since the sun rose had lit up the room so much that Cassie had buried her head underneath her pillow in hopes of being able to sleep off her headache. However, that didn't work. A muffled groan filled the room as Cassie moved her left hand towards her pillow before lifting it from her head. Her eyes fluttered open shortly before shutting them again as the bright light stung her eyes. She tried a few moments later, slowly, and after a few tries, her eyes found the watch on her hand. Shifting her hand slightly, she eyed the pointers trying to make out the time.

10.03 am, another groan filled the room, though this wasn't muffled. She had slept too long. Rabastan had most likely already eaten breakfast unless he had decided to wait for her, which made her feel even worse about the fact she slept in.

As Cassie let the pillow occupy the space next to her while she studied the ceiling, she thought for a moment before tensing up. How in the bloody name of merlin had she ended up in this room. The last thing she remembered was Rabastan saying that they would take their time and relax, and then suddenly, she was out like a light. Surely he couldn't have carried her up here. Of course, he could. He was fully capable of doing it, but why would he... To be nice? She asked herself. Because you might be uncomfortable sleeping on the couch, or because that's just who he is, a small voice answered.

Slowly she gathered both the strength and courage to sit up, letting the comforter fall of her upper body. Truthfully, if she had been the only person here, Cassie wouldn't have minded spending the whole day in the bed. It was, after all, much more comfortable than the one at the Lestrange manor. Her eyes went across the room, much like the rest of the cottage, it wasn't big, but it felt like home. A window on her left was decorated with white lace curtains. There was a light grey wool carpet on the floor, and in the far left corner, just by the window, was a rocking chair covered in a deep scarlet wool blanket. Against the wall on her right stood a beautiful antique dresser. It was short and didn't take too much space, which meant you wouldn't fit everything in it, but it was big enough to hold the most necessary things.

As she stood up from the bed, planted her feet on the cold floor, Cassie was rather tempted to just dive back under the covers, letting herself sub come to the warmth that still lingered there. She eyed her trunk as a shiver filled her and knew that it was best to get dressed in something warmer. The clothes from yesterday hadn't been the warmest, as a few hours worth of heat from the fireplace had warmed the living room up so much she had traded her knitted sweater for a thin jumper.

Clad in a pair of dark green woolen socks, pants, and her favorite black and white knitted sweater, Cassie made her way from her bedroom, down the stairs, through the small foyer, and into the kitchen where Rabastan stood occupied with the stove.

"Good morning." He greeted with a smile.

"Morning."

As his eyes returned to whatever it was that he was making, Cassie couldn't help but let herself be overtaken by curiosity. She stared curiously at the boy for a moment before moving towards him until she was on her toes leaning over his shoulder. "What's that?"

"What's that?" he chuckled, "Breakfast, of course."

Cassie rolled her eyes as she leaned against the stone wall. "What's for breakfast?" She tried again, eyeing the sausages he was turning.