THE STORM HAD BLOWN itself out by the following morning, though the ceiling in the Great Hall was still gloomy; heavy clouds of pewter grey swirled overhead as Cassie made her way to the Great Hall after failing to wake up on time.
"Cassie!" yelled a male voice from behind her as she skipped down the last flight of stairs and entered the Hall. The girl spun around, still jogging backwards.
"Merlin, how fast are you?" Dean huffed, running faster to reach the girl.
"Force of habit," Cassie shrugged as the boy and her went and sat next to the golden trio who were already examining their new course schedules at breakfast. A few seats along, Fred, George, and Lee were discussing magical methods of ageing themselves and bluffing their way into the Triwizard Tournament.
"Today's not bad . . . outside all morning," said Ron, who was running his finger down the Monday column of his schedule. "Herbology with the Hufflepuffs and Care of Magical Creatures . . . damn it, we're still with the Slytherins . . ."
"Double Divination this afternoon," Harry groaned, looking down.
"Urgh," Cassie grimaced alongside. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death and Cassie's love life, which both of them found extremely annoying. At this point, Cassie was more than happy to hear of a death omen than constantly receiving 'oo's every time her cup was read. It was as if Sybil Trelawney wanted Cassie to hate the idea of falling in love.
"You should have given it up like me, shouldn't you?" said Granger briskly, buttering herself some toast. "Then you'd be doing something sensible like Arithmancy."
"Arithmancy is just number based divination, Granger," Cassie rolled her eyes, "Why do you have to add numbers when you can just bluff your way out of the exam?"
"Cassie is my new role model," Ron grinned, chewing through his last slice of bread. "And you're eating again, I notice," he said, watching Hermione adding liberal amounts of jam to her toast too.
"I've decided there are better ways of making a stand about elf rights," said Hermione haughtily.
"Oh no," Cassie mumbled to Dean, knowing exactly what Granger meant.
There was a sudden rustling noise above them, and a hundred owls came soaring through the open windows carrying the morning mail. Unlike Harry, Cassie didn't look up.
Who would ever write her a mail?
Yet somehow there sat on her lap a brown package that had been dropped by a barn owl. Cassie hadn't been expecting anything addressed to her so it was certainly quite funny to watch as her slice of bread flew out of her hand and smacked Dean on his face.
"I'm so sorry!" the girl apologized, trying to stifle a laugh as the black British boy wiped the butter off his cheek.
"Open the goddamn package," Dean grumbled instead, "I want to know what on earth is in the devil package that surprised you so much for bread to slap my gorgeous face,"
"Gorgeous?" Cassie asked with a smirk, cocking her eyebrows.
"You wound me every time, Black,"
Cassandra chuckled and turned back to the package, ripping it open. Inside it was yet another diary but this one most definitely looked like a girl's.
Cassie flipped open the book and a letter fell out of it.
Dear Cassie,
I remembered how much you treasured Padfoot's d̶i̶a̶r̶y̶ journal and I happened to find Julia's too. I ask you not to mention to your mother that I was swooping through her trunk. This must remain a secret between us. If she ever finds out, just know that I love you and I did everything to try to save your mother from also going to Azkaban.
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | f. weasley
Fanfiction( the golden trio era ) the one in which the prankster finds his peace in the girl with secrets ❝She's the exception. She has and always will be; not because she's the most powerful witch of her age. It's because she is too unique to be like the...
