Blood Magic ✤ George Weasley ✓

18 - Ass Tonic

musical mood: mago - gfriend

"I know your secret."

Cass felt her heart stop in her chest, as she slowly looked up from her History of Magic textbook, to face a smirking Henry. Surely he wasn't going to bring up her brother, not here, not in front of everybody. Henry was a prick, but he wasn't that much of a prick. Right?

"I don't know what you're talking about." She hissed at him, hoping to all the Gods that her face wasn't as red as it felt. All the Ravenclaws in their social circle, save for Ana, who was at the Gobstones club (whatever that was), and Naia, who was at Quidditch practice (she made the team as a chaser!) were gathered around a table in the common room, going over their classwork. Henry, who had been held back once again in some of his classes, joined the second years without an ounce of humiliation.

"I think you do." He cocked his eyebrows upwards, grinning with mischief.

"Henry Nott, I swear to Merlin-"

"You're in love with a muggle!" he interrupted her, a satisfied look on his face.

"I-what?" Cass blinked, the panic that had been brewing in her stomach settling down. She certainly wasn't expecting this.

"Well, I heard from Theo, who heard from Vasiliev, who heard from Patil - Parvati Patil, that is, that you're in love with a muggle. Personally, I would've paired you with that older Weasley bloke you're always with, and Theodore always insisted you and Diggory would be cute - he did leave you flowers when you were poisoned, after all, but whatever makes you happy I guess."

"Why would Ana and Theodore be talking about my love life?" Was the only thing Cass could think of to reply with, brushing off thoughts of a romance with George or Cedric. That would be less likely than her and Connor - they were both fourth years!

Henry shrugged. "Don't ask me. I didn't even know they were friends. Father would kill Theodore if he knew he even talked to muggleborns...but anyways, this is like, really juicy gossip. Why didn't you tell me?"

Cass inhaled sharply. Merlin, she ought to kill Parvati, spreading rumours like that. "Well, first of all, I'm notin love with Connor - I'm not in love with anyone. In case you haven't noticed, I'm twelve. And, if I was, why would I tell you that, out of all people?"

"Why wouldn't you tell me?" Henry countered, pouting.

Cass didn't respond to that, and instead just rolled her eyes. "Certainly, that first year, Colin, Creepy, or whatever his name is, confessing his undying love for Bethany in the middle of the Great Hall is more interesting than anything regarding who I fancy, right?"

"I told you to never speak of that again!" Bethany hissed, glaring up at Cass from her essay, knuckles white from clutching her quill too hard. For a moment, Cass feared the girl might throw it at her.

"How could we not?" Padma said with an amused smirk. "He's been coming over to the Ravenclaw table every day with a new type of flower. He'll run out of species soon enough."

"Actually, there are over two hundred and fifty thousand species of flowers, which makes up nearly seven hundred years straight of flower gifting. I'd hope Colin would win your heart by then, Bethany." Luna Lovegood added, not looking up from her book, which she was reading upside down. No one chose to question why she was reading her book upside down, not even Bethany.