Blood Magic ✤ George Weasley ✓

62 - Can You Keep A Secret?

musical mood: crown - seulgi

Cass's sixteenth birthday fell on a Saturday that year. Apparently, sixteen was a big year for most people, though Cass was just praying that nothing horrible would happen on that day, and considering her luck when it came to birthdays, an abundance of prayers into the void certainly couldn't hurt anything. Between being poisoned in her first year, and having her father's severed finger sent to her in her fourth, she could only hope she'd survive this round of February 27th.

She was sitting with the Gryffindors during lunch, as usual, listening to George argue with Lee Jordan about something Quidditch related, when an owl swooped down with a letter attached to its feet and landed in front of her, squawking and attempting to bite her.

"What the hell..." She murmured, mostly to herself, as a pool of dread filled her stomach. Last time she'd received something in the mail, it had been someone pretending to be her brother, and nearly sent her into an episode, which she had been successfully avoiding for months now. It had been ages since she'd last hallucinated Barty, and if something triggered another episode, she didn't know what she'd do.

You're better now. She told herself firmly as her trembling hands reached out for the letter, ripping open the envelope. Even if it's a prank, nothing will happen, because you're better. You're happy. You're okay.

But it wasn't another replica hat, or threatening note, but simply a letter. Though after reading it, she thought she might've preferred the hallucinations.

Dear Cass,

Hi. It's Connor. Well you could probably tell by the shit handwriting, but...yeah. I finally figured out how to use Saoirse's owl a month or so ago, and today I thought I should write to you and wish you a happy birthday.

So...happy birthday. Sixteen is a big year, right? Or is it not for magic people? It isn't like you need to drive or anything...huh.

Anyways. I'm sorry again about what happened that night at the diner. I was drunk out of my mind. I didn't mean what I said to you. I miss you. I still think about our night together Write back soon?

Happy birthday again.

Love From,

Connor

"What's that?" George leaned over, peering over her shoulder as she folded the letter in half, setting in down in front of her.

"See for yourself." She slid it over to him, and he picked it up, opening the letter and examining it. A frown formed on his freckled face, and when he was finished, he stared at her with wide eyes.

"Did he actually just say he still thinks about your night together?"

"He did a shit job scribbling it out, that's for sure." She shrugged, biting down on the side of her mouth. "I can't believe he'd write to me. I thought he made it clear how he felt at that diner."

"Are you going to write back?"

She shook her head. "I have nothing to say to him."

"Good." He smiled, and she smiled back at him, though it was very much forced.

She was about to change the subject, to what, she didn't know, but was cut off by a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Hello, Cass. Hello George." Ana greeted, giving them a tiny wave.

"Hey Ana." Cass frowned. "Er, is everything okay?"

"Of course. Er, I was told to come and let you know, there's a party happening in the Ravenclaw common room later today. For your birthday."