[𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖆]
(Aj) Unrelenting and deadly;
involving loss of divine grace
or spiritual death.
❝This is the story of becoming a hero the hard way.❞
The Prisoner Of Azkaban - The Deathly Hallows
Started - 30 December 2020
Finished - ??
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"𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!"
𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐈𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 hallway, Hermione silently next to her as Cassiopeia didn't feel like talking. She kept on seeing her dream, not just at night but throughout the day. It would randomly flash in front of her eyes, making her feel weaker.
She wanted it to go away, it felt like torture, knowing that someone will die soon, in front of her, but not knowing who or when, only where.
Cassiopeia wanted to tell someone, to get it off her chest but she felt too scared, what if telling someone effects everything?
"She can't keep getting away with this." Cassiopeia heard Hermione sigh as she saw a second year ravenclaw walk past with writing marked on his hand, instantly snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Umbridge is a bitch." Cassiopeia said angrily, "We should kill her or something."
"Cass." Hermione scolded, "You know we can't do that."
"It's what she deserves." Cassiopeia shrugged.
"Have you ever heard the saying two wrongs don't make a right?"
"Obviously."
"Then listen to it. She will get what's coming for her, but not yet, not the way you are thinking." Hermione spoke calmly. "Uh, Cass don't look to your right."
"Why?" Cassiopeia asked, as she looked to her right, to see Pansy and Draco hexing and sniggering at a third year Cassiopeia recognised from DA.
"I said don't look." Hermione sighed.
"I'm going to kill them." Cassiopeia started to walk towards the pair.
"No." Hermione grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, "Stop it Cass, i get you're angry about this and everything else but we can't get involved."
"Do you not see what they're doing."
"Yes, and it's wrong, but if we get involved it will make it all worse and we will get in trouble with Umbridge, something that you can't risk."
Cassiopeia sighed as she stared at her old friends, she didn't understand how she could be friends with such bad people, or more so she didn't understand how or why they changed. It felt like over the summer they had shifted, after Voldemort's return it was as if they were different people completely.
