way to go, tiger | Lorenzo Berkshire

࣪𖤐 Y3 | 7 . Sirius Black

SPIT OF YOU — SAM FENDER
'They say I'm the spit of you, and they're not wrong.'

The following evening, Cassie is sat in the common room with her closest friends, in front of the crackling fireplace. She zones out of their conversation about the Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor match earlier on in the day. She still hasn't told them about what her dad said yesterday. She loves these people to death, she can't risk losing them. What if they all hate her? What if they call her a freak and tell everyone?

But then again, they deserve more credit than that. Despite their reputations, Cassie thinks their hearts are nothing but pure (Draco maybe not sometimes...). She can't imagine they'd ever call her that and never speak to her again.

Taking a deep breath, Cassie prepares herself. She's sitting on the edge of one of the sofas with Mattheo's ankles on her lap. She looks to Enzo on the armchair, laughing away with Blaise and Theo, for comfort. "Guys, I need to tell you something." she says, her tone wary and shaky. Enzo's head snaps up instantly, his eyebrows low.

"What's up?" Mattheo asks, sitting up straight against the arm of the sofa.

"My dad— Lupin, spoke to me yesterday." Cassie starts.

"And?" Draco says.

"If you'd let me finish, Malfoy."

He rolls his eyes, "Go on then."

"He told me something— something I've been worried about for a while now. You know all of the fainting and pain I've had recently?" she continues, her heart pacing like a hungry cheetah.

"Yeah..." Theo says slowly.

"Turns out it's not related to my insomnia like I thought it was." she sighs. "My dad is a werewolf. There are two types of werewolves; one, you have to be bitten to activate the curse, the other, you can inherit the curse."

"What are you saying, Cassie?" Pansy asks.

"I'm a werewolf." she confirms.

Everyone goes quiet for a moment, processing what they've just been told. Enzo doesn't look away from Cassie. He studies her features and everything he knows he loves about her. Her being a werewolf could never change that. Never. He loves her too much for that.

"Say something, someone." Cassie pleads.

"I'm so sorry, Cassie." Pansy croaks.

"Cass, we've got your back, always. We're not going anywhere so don't even think about it. If there's any way we can help, we'll do it, won't we?" Mattheo says. Everyone nods, but Enzo's gaze stays locked on Cassie.

"You promise this won't change anything?" she questions.

"Never." Theo assures.

"Is there anything we can do? Like any research?" Blaise asks.

"I'm not sure."

"If there is— I'll be more than happy to help." Blaise smiles.

Enzo is still silent and Cassie hates it. He hasn't looked away from her since she began speaking.

"Does Cedric know?" Draco asks.

"No. Not yet, anyway. I can't— I don't know how to tell him. Our relationship is already confusing enough at the moment." Cassie sighs.

"I think you should tell him, Cass." Theo inputs.

"Do you think?"

"I say get it over and done with. What's the worst that'll happen? He'll call you a freak and push you off the Astronomy tower?" Pansy questions, earning a weak chuckle from Cassie. "I highly doubt it. This is the same Cedric that would go through war and back for you. You'll be fine, Cassie."