Blood Magic ✤ George Weasley ✓

56 - Attempting to Heal

musical mood: sober - hyoyeon

The potion was easy enough to make. It took quite a bit of time, but Cass had found a recipe that sped the process up from the usual month a love potion would take to brew, shortening it to just two weeks. Of course, she had to keep it in the kitchens, and take consistent breaks, considering the side effects that inhaling the fumes resulted in.

It was late November by the time she finished her part of the prank, injecting the completed love potion into a box of chocolate candies she'd picked up at her last Hogsmeade visit.

"If you two play any tricks on me, I'll be furious, remember?" She said as she handed the box to the twins. "Malfoy was one thing, but having Filch chasing after me..."

George smirked. "Don't worry Cassie, I'd never subject you to such a thing. Besides, you're my girlfriend now, I'd like to see any other guy try to get his hands on you."

She leaned up and planted a kiss on his lips, ignoring the gagging sounds Fred made as she did. "Bloody hell, get a room you two."

"Oi, you're ten times worse with Angelina." George snapped, though his tone was thick with amusement.

After they finished, George, per usual, insisted on walking Cass back to her common rooms. Though recently, he's been entering with her instead of simply dropping her off, deeming watching her as she studied on the blue couches a fun activity. Not that she minded, of course, but sometimes, it was hard to get much studying done with him there. It was nearing curfew, the sun had already set outside, and she worried about George getting caught if he were to run late. Before, detentions were just cleaning trophies and scrubbing floors, but now, he might get his hand mutilated.

This time, when she answered the riddle that opened the passage into the common rooms, she found it packed with people. Mostly Ravenclaws, but a few from other houses as well. Music blared from an unknown source, and Henry stood in the middle of the room, handing out bottles of firewhisky left and right.

"What's happening?" Cass asked the first person she saw as she stepped inside, George shortly behind her.

"A party." The boy looked at her like she was dumb.

"What for?"

"The Quidditch match." There was a silent duh in his tone. "We just beat Hufflepuff."

Cass sighed, turning to George, who was looking around the common room with an expression of admiration. "Want to go to the library?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"To study?" She rolled her eyes. "I have my OWLs and you have your NEWTs, we need to study!"

"But there's a party. We can study tomorrow. Twice as much, I promise. No snogging breaks either." He looked so intrigued by his surroundings, excited by the party happening around him, Cass found it difficult to say no.

"Fine." She breathed. "But no snogging breaks tomorrow."

"Cross my heart." He winked at her, before pushing his way through the crowd and up to Henry. "Two firewhiskeys, please."

Henry handed him two bottles, for whatever reason avoiding meeting Cass's eye, and walking away right after.

"Well, that was odd." George said as he gave Cass her bottle. She popped the cap off, taking a sip.

"He's been acting funny all year. So has Theodore."

"To be fair, when have those brothers not been weird?"

She laughed, taking another sip from her drink, allowing the liquid to burn her throat. The sensation felt nice, relaxing, and she already felt her head buzzing. Firewhiskey was known for kicking in fast, she knew that, but maybe she was a bit of a lightweight as well.