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HARRY POTTER!" Professor McGonagall called as soon as Harry landed.

"MS. BLACK!" Snape barked.

Cassie smirked. Well, this was going to be fun.

"Never—in all my time at Hogwarts—" McGonagall started, looking utterly scandalized as she stared at both Harry and Cassie. She was one of Cassie's favorite teachers, and honestly, Cassie was her favorite too. Professor Snape, on the other hand, was a different story. He liked her for some reason, but she thought he was an insufferable bat.

"How dare you!? You could have broken your neck!" Snape hissed.

"Wasn't my best landing, I'll admit," Cassie said with a careless shrug. "I'll aim for something more graceful next time."

"It wasn't their fault, Professor—"

"Be quiet, Miss Rosier."

"But Malfoy—"

"That's enough, Weasley. Potter, follow McGonagall. Black, with me. Now."

Cassie caught sight of Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy's smug faces as she left. She rolled her eyes. Please, like she cared what they thought. 

Snape stopped when they reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"May I borrow Flint for a moment?" he asked Quirrell.

Oh. Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team. What was he up to now?

"S-sure," Quirrell stammered.

Snape motioned Flint into an empty classroom and got straight to the point.

"Alright, Flint, I've got you a Chaser."

"Sir, where is he?"

"It's not a 'he,' Flint. It's a 'she.' This is Cassiopeia Black, and she will be your new Chaser."

Flint blinked. "But sir, she's a first year. And she's a girl—"

"Outstanding observation skills, Flint," Snape said dryly. "Would you like a medal?"

Flint frowned. "But the Slytherin team doesn't have any girls."

"Well, congratulations, now it does," Cassie said, crossing her arms. "Try to keep up."

Snape continued as if Flint hadn't spoken. "This isn't a request. It's an order. I can take away that badge right this instant if you don't recruit her. We cannot lose to Gryffindor. She's a natural. She is the daughter of Athena Gaunt."

Flint's jaw dropped. "SHE'S THE DAUGHTER OF ATHENA GAUNT!?"

Cassie raised an eyebrow. "Wow, and here I thought you were slow."

Snape ignored her. "Exactly."

Flint stared at her for a long moment before shrugging. "Well, I suppose you're not terrible."

"That's the spirit, Flint," Cassie said, clapping him on the back. "Let's aim for something resembling enthusiasm next time."

"Sir, what about her broom?" Flint asked.

"I can ask Dumbledore to bend the first-year rule and provide one."

"No need, sir. I can buy it myself. I'll ask my aunt," Cassie said with a smirk.

Snape studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright, Flint. Drop her off at her next class. I suspect Parkinson is bothering you, Ms. Black. Am I correct?"

Cassie snorted. "Oh, Pansy? Yeah, she's been trying really hard to be insufferable lately, but don't worry. I know plenty of hexes and jinxes. I can take her pug-faced arse in a second."

Flint laughed as they started walking toward Charms.

"I suppose you're the youngest player in a century."

"Yep. Me and Harry Potter. We're both making history."

Flint frowned. "Wait—Potter's on the Gryffindor team?"

"Looks like it. I'm not losing to Gryffindor."

"Huh," Flint said, eyeing her curiously. "You're not what I expected, Black."

Cassie smirked. "I get that a lot."

As they reached Charms, she groaned. "Oh, no... We have a test today."

"Good luck, Black. You'll need it."

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Please, I always land on my feet. Well—except for earlier. But you get my point."