Blood Magic ✤ George Weasley ✓

23 - Sister Act

musical mood: ditto - newjeans

"I've missed you so much."

Cass and Connor were in the basement on his couch, watching Sister Act on his new VHS. They had to keep the volume down low, just in case his mother overheard, but that somehow made the movie even more funny.

"I've missed you too." Cass smiled, nestling her head on his shoulder. She'd never liked being physical with people, even with her Hogwarts friends, but with Connor, it was different. The label of 'brother' would forever be tainted for her, but she imagined if her family was normal, and words like that meant nothing, Connor would be a brother to her. A family to her.

"That woman looks hell of a lot like one of my professors." She laughed, pointing as Mother Superior came on screen.

"Damn, your new school must be really posh then, if they have a Maggie Smith lookalike."

"Anything is posh compared to Stromness."

"Fair. This town is a dump." Connor wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, the warmth of his body filling hers. "Are you making any friends? Or does everyone there suck too?"

"Surprisingly, yeah. I've met a few cool people." Cass couldn't help her subconscious grin as she thought of her Hogwarts friends. None of them would ever be Connor, of course, but they'd grown to mean nearly as much to her as he did.

Nearly.

His hazel eyes stared at her expectantly, and she continued.

"Er, I share a room with five girls, who are really lovely. Well...Luna is a bit nutty, and Bethany is kind of a bitch and might be plotting my murder, but other than that, it's great. We even have a girl from Belarus, Ana. You'd like her, I swear, she has to be the nicest person on the planet. I think out of all of them, though, I like Naia the best. But she's really into Qui-erm, I mean rugby, so I'm dragged to all of the games, even ones she's not in. There are these older twins, too, George and Fred, who never leave me alone, always dragging me into their shenanigans."

"Shenanigans? Who are you, my grandma?"

"I've probably been spending too much time with them." Cass admitted with a snort. "They're so posh, even though they pretend not to be. The other day, George used the word lascivious! Like, one hundred percent unironically."

Connor burst out laughing, so hard that he nearly tumbled right off the couch, his arm still tightly around her as he did so.

"And what about you? Have you made any friends?" Cass asked as he calmed down, though his face was still red.

He shrugged, still beaming. "Not really. Though I get called fenian less, and my locker hasn't been trashed for over a month. A Pakistani Muslim family just moved here, so they're this rubbish town's new target. It's a shame, though, they all seem really nice. One of their kids is in my class."

"You should befriend them. You know what it's like to be different, in this town. Maybe you'd get along." Cass offered, reaching over to grab his hand, and he shook his head, though he seemed dejected.

"Mum won't allow it. Being friends with you - an atheist, is already pretty upsetting to her. If you weren't the only nice person in this town, I don't think she'd let us be friends anymore." He leans in close, lowering his voice to a whisper, as the nuns in the movie begin to sing. "Between you and me, my mum has gone full on mental lately."

"How so?" She raised her eyebrows, her hand lingering in Connor's grasp, fingers entwined. His mother, Catherine Moore had always been peculiar, but Connor rarely spoke negatively of her, or anyone in his family, for that matter. She was his mother, after all.