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𝐂assiopeia awoke to find herself tied to a chair. The Golden Trio and Draco are standing in front of her, and they're acting very cautious. A tingling and sticky feeling on her hands and feet suggest that she's injured. How strange.
"Can someone explain as to why I'm tied up?" she asks.
"Are you really you?" the ginger interrogates rather than answering her question.
"What do you think?" A fluffy-haired brunette rolls her eyes. There seems to be some unspoken tension between the two. One refuses to look at the other, while the other is constantly gazing at the former.
They must be dating, Cassiopeia concludes. And they're in the middle of the fighting phase of a relationship.
Her eyes trail to Draco, then a boy whose eyes show nothing but concern.
Harvey Pommer.
Or is it something else? Her mind is too hazy to clearly think.
"May I have some water?" She asks again.
Draco stands up and grabs a cup of a cool, clear liquid. Gently, he props the drink against her lips. Cassiopeia takes a sip, and instantly, her mind is refreshed. Her mouth curls into a small smile.
That's right.
The boy's name is Harry Potter.
"Are you alright?" Harry asks genuinely. He fumbles with his glasses, which Cass finds very cute. She always has.
"I think so," she replies. She fixes her gaze on her childhood friend. "It happened again, didn't it?"
Malfoy sighs defeatedly. "Yeah, it did."
Cassiopeia chews on her lips. The switch is happening more frequently. It won't be long before... no. She mustn't think like that.
"Erm, Cassiopeia?"
The said girl looks up to the other girl in the room. Herminny Ginger. Or maybe not. She has a peculiar name, Cass remembers, but that's all she recalls.
"Yes?"
"Can you tell us about your curse?" Hermione asks. "And the cure?"
"I don't know the cure," Cassiopeia says while shaking her head. "As for my curse, it's possession of an old family spirit."
"Family spirit, you say?" Hermione taps her chin. "Do you perhaps know who?"
"No," the girl denies. "I checked through our family records and there's no hint."
"Then that's where we'll start looking," Hermione concludes.
"There may be something hidden in those documents," Harry agrees. "Maybe another clue."
As the four talk amongst themselves, Sung fidgets in her seat. It's getting quite uncomfortable as time passes.
"Er," Cassiopeia laughs awkwardly, "you don't mind untying me now, do you?"
"I mind."
"Ron!"
"Here," Harry goes behind her and undoes the knot. "I'm sorry for, you know, the prisoner treatment."
"It's alright," she replies. "Better safe then sorry."
Harry grins and uncoils the rope. At the same time, Cass stretches her back and lets out a satisfied sigh.
"Ouch," she says, feeling the pain on her scraped feet.
"Are you okay?!" Harry immediately asks.
"Bandaid," is all she says, and Harry immediately accio's the first-aid box.
"Here let me-"
"I don't think so, Potter. Move those slimy little slugs away from Cass before I hex you."
Draco swipes the bandaids from Harry's hands and patches Cassiopeia up.
"Thanks, Draco." Cassiopeia smiles at him and then Hermione. "Now, let's go investigate."
