Cassiopeia Black, daughter of Sirius Black, she embodies her father's confidence and mischievous spirit while showcasing exceptional intelligence that even rivals that of Hermione Granger.
As a young witch facing the tumultuous times of a world on...
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"Looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron questioned.
"Peaky? What d'you expect? He fell over a hundred feet!" Fred replied.
"Yeah, c'mon, Ron. Let's walk you off the astronomy tower and see what you look like." George added.
"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry muttered as he opened his eyes. Relief washing over everyone knowing he was okay.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione gently asked.
"Oh, Brilliant."
"You gave us a right scare there mate."
"What happened?"
"You fell off your broom Harry." Cassie answered.
"Really? Didn't notice. I meant the match, who won?"
"No one blames you, Harry. The Dementors aren't meant to come on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you, he sent them straight off." Hermione answered, breaking the silence.
"If you must know Diggory got the snitch, just after you fell. He didn't realise what had happened. When he looked back and saw you on the ground, he tried to call it off. Wanted a re-match. But they won fair and square...even Wood admits it." George spoke.
Harry couldn't hide the disappointment on his face when Ron told him about his broom. Cassie looked towards Fred and couldn't help but admire him. His wet hair hung over his eyes as he fixed his uniform, the veins in his hands prominent.
"Where's Wood?" Harry questioned, bringing her back to the conversation.
"Still in the showers, we think he's trying to drown himself." Fred responded.
"DON'T SAY THAT!" Cassie hit him as she spoke while Harry looked down in defeat. "On that delightful note, we are leaving." She grabbed Fred and George's arms and pulled them from the hospital wing.
"What was that for?" Fred whined as they both rubbed their arms.
"What do you mean what was that for! The boy just fell, lost the match and broke his broom. He doesn't need to be hearing about Oliver trying to drown himself!"
"Did you need to pull us out of the room though?" George spoke up.
"Careful Weasley or you'll be next to drown in the showers."
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As the chaos from the Quidditch match calmed down and the students retreated back to the castle to continue their weekend McGonagall sat at her desk, grading papers when a knock sounded through the room. Lifting her head at the noise she saw the dark haired girl she had grown to love as one of her own, leaning against the door, her hands twisting the ends of her jumper. "Come in dear."
