"I'M FLOORED, WEASLEY," CASSIE complimented as Fred played the first fourteen bars of the third movement of the Moonlight Sonata perfectly, "I honestly didn't think you'd get it so soon,"
"I practised," the boy confessed shyly, watching as Cassie played the next bar for him to learn.
"So you were at the part where you stormed into Professor Dumbledore's office," Fred prompted as he played back the notes slowly. Both were excellent multitaskers, hence were able to talk and learn/teach the piano at the same time.
"Right, so I walk in there and demand him to tell me the truth. Turns out he didn't know jack all about the case and I was threatening him for no reason. Then Mad-Eye Moody strides in and tells us that I have a tiny bolt scar on my back somewhere and he figured out — no, use the third finger for that note and then slide the thumb to E — that it was the mark of me surviving the killing curse only recently. Then I also found out that I'd been kidnapped before. So that happened during the time frame between Harry's parents dying and my dad getting arrested for 'killing' Pettigrew — that's good! now keep doing that a few more times so that it's memorized —and I was found about a month after me mum got exiled. Turns out I am not even supposed to be alive right now and that I'm a miracle!"
"Oh you are a miracle alright," Fred assured, "We don't need a kidnapping to confirm that,"
"Aw," Cassie blushed, smiling broadly, "Anyways, they found me wounded and malnourished and then Madam Pomfrey did her magic on me and made me healthy again — wait where are you going?"
For Fred had stopped playing the piano and gotten up from the seat, heading towards the door.
"I have to go thank Poppy for saving your life!" Fred said earnestly, earning a hearty laugh from Cassie.
"Get back here, you muppet. You can thank her tomorrow morning. She was too tired as is when I went to thank her after class," Cassie said, chuckling at his behaviour.
Drooping his shoulders, Fred walked back and seated himself beside Cassie, this time seating himself much closer; their shoulders and hands touching each other. Fred, being the daring one that he is, slowly looped his pinky with hers before enclosing his entire hand and locking them with her fingers.
"I'm glad you came into my brothers' life, Cas. If not for you befriending Bill and Ron, I'd never have known you," Fred said softly, his voice dropping dangerously low, sending butterflies fluttering in the girl's stomach.
"I think we would have found each other either way," Cassie reassured him, her free hand playing a soft, calming, improvised jazz tune on the higher octaves of the piano.
"You think we're destined to know each other?" the ginger freckled twin asked in surprise.
"I know we're destined to know each other." she affirmed, resting her head on his shoulder as he planted a kiss on her forehead; both closing their eyes as Cassie continued to play a piece she would later title 'Destined'.
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"SO WHERE DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I haven't gotten any classes after six so maybe after that?" asked Blaise Zabini as they walked out of the dungeons, onto the ground floor and to their next class together (Cassie didn't choose this company, Blaise just stuck himself beside her).
It had been a busy few weeks for everyone. Harry had written a letter to Sirius, denying ever having felt his scar hurt and brushing it off as a dream, much to Cassie's chagrin. She knew how stubborn her family was and they would not hesitate when it came to the security of their loved ones. Cassie could see Harry trying his best not to worry about Sirius over the weeks. He wished he still had Quidditch to distract him; nothing worked so well on a troubled mind as a good, hard training session, as he constantly reiterated to his cousin. On the other hand, their lessons were becoming more difficult and demanding than ever before. Cassie, juggling fourth and fifth-year subjects, was finding it very hard to catch some sleep with the amount of homework piling up with every passing day.
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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...
