ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ; ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵘˢ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ

03 - Blood Right

Draco was the only one to notice her arrival into the common room, and putting down a bauble he'd previously been examining, one that was likely not his before he'd taken to observing it, he made his way over to her slightly-disgruntled form with a knowing look upon his fine features.

"So, how'd it go?" he asked, his tone and expression speaking of mirth, with a light shining in each gray eye that Cass didn't much care for.

"She was...less receptive than I would've thought," she muttered, frowning as he grinned.

"I told you not to bother," he pointed out, and while yes, the apology had gone entirely sour with the muggleborn girl, Cass didn't regret her attempt, as anyone with decent pedigree should've understood, which her cousin seemed unable to comprehend.

"It doesn't matter," she replied with a soft huff. "I apologized on your behalf, which, by the way, I don't regret, Draco, and all that occurred was that she didn't take it none too well. That's her prerogative, however, not mine."

"If you say so," he returned, seemingly even more amused than before.

"Learn to be a good little mudblood and mind my manners in the presence of a pureblood?!"

"Draco, you should mind your tongue a little more carefully," Cass quietly said, hearing Granger's vindictive reply echoing within her mind. "Especially around her."

"Cass, I said I would," he whined, screwing his face up in disgruntlement at the chiding. "Don't blame me for your sour encounter with the mud-"

"Don't!" she snapped, not at all minding her rude interruption. "Don't refer to her as that. Watch your words and your thoughts, Draco, otherwise one may spill into the form of another."

She wouldn't admit it aloud, but Granger had, in fact, wandered a little too close to home for the pureblooded girl's liking, but she had no one else to blame but herself and her own immaturity.

'I was too easy to read, apparently,' she thought to herself, angry and displeased that Granger seemed to know her far too well despite that being their very first social encounter.

"Whatever," he grunted out, mimicking his earlier dismissal of Cass' words.

He went back over to the common room table and began to fiddle, once more, with the bauble upon it, as Cass padded her way over to an empty, high-backed armchair in front of the fire, and from it, stared into the warm flames as Granger's loathsome words echoed within her mind yet again.

"Learn to be a good little mudblood and mind my manners in the presence of a pureblood?!"

'Would that really be so bad, Granger?' the girl silently mused, wishing desperately that such a vile, egotistical thought had never occurred to her.

But it had, and she wouldn't deny the truth of it no matter how ugly it may have seemed. She was a pureblood, whilst Granger was a muggleborn, their caste and breed set firmly within their very veins. That's the way things were, and nothing would ever change this indisputable fact.

"Whatever," she indifferently, quietly said to herself, mimicking her own earlier reply as she reclined into the chair's comfortable embrace, intent on allowing the hateful girl's words to drift from her thoughts. "Whatever."