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The next day, Cassie continued to ignore Draco, despite his persistent attempts to get her attention. He trailed after her as she strolled toward the Great Hall, frustration evident in every hurried step he took to catch up.

"You know, I'm surprised to see Potter and Weaslebee this morning. I thought they'd be expelled," he said, his tone dripping with smugness.

Cassie didn't even break stride. "And I genuinely don't care, Malfoy."

His eyebrows shot up. "Malfoy?"

"Yes, Malfoy. What, were you expecting something sweeter? Maybe 'Drakey-poo'?" She smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Didn't think of the consequences, did you? Or were you too busy being an arsehole?"

"I—"

Whatever excuse he had was lost on her as she turned on her heel and walked away without another glance, leaving him standing there, sputtering like a broken kettle.

"Oi, Flint!" she called, spotting the Slytherin Quidditch captain.

"Black! Did you write to your aunt about your broomstick?" he asked, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Cassie grinned. "Yeah, I did. Should be arriving today."

Right on cue, the owls swooped in, and Hades, her eagle owl, dropped a large package right in front of her. She smirked. "Speak of the devil."

Flint's eyes gleamed. "Is that the—"

"Oh, it is," Cassie confirmed, tearing open a corner of the wrapping with practiced ease.

"Which model?" he asked eagerly.

"Nimbus Two Thousand. Wasn't exactly hard to get, considering my family owns the company." She flashed a cocky grin, reveling in the envy flickering across his face.

"Oh, right. Forgot about that." He stared at the package like it was a sacred artifact.

"Should I open it now?" she mused.

"No, not here. Then everyone will know. I want it to be a surprise during the game. Did you make sure Potter kept his mouth shut?"

"Yeah."

"Did you do it the way I asked?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "No, Marcus. I'm not blackmailing him."

Flint sighed dramatically. "Alright then, Cassiopeia."

They both laughed, and while he was distracted, Cassie swiped a piece of toast from his plate and sprinted off before he could react.

Sliding into a seat next to Katherine, she greeted her with an easy grin. "What's up?"

"Not much. Oh, actually—can you help me with Potions?" Katherine asked.

"Sure. When?"

"This evening, perhaps—"

Before she could finish, Flint reappeared like a vengeful ghost, snatching Cassie's stolen toast right from her hands. For good measure, he grabbed her bacon too before bolting.

"This absolute bastard—" Cassie muttered, springing to her feet.

"Language," Daphne scolded from across the table without looking up from her book.

"Oh, please," Cassie shot back, already darting after Flint.

She managed to snatch his entire plate and dashed back to her seat, triumphant. That was, until he swooped in and grabbed both her plate and his. Groaning, she threw up her hands in surrender.

"Alright, alright. I concede. Can I have my damn food back now?" she panted.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes but handed over her plate.

Cassie promptly slapped the back of his head. Without missing a beat, he did the same to her.

"Ow, you git."

They both burst into laughter.

"Anyway, I have to go sit next to Katherine. Later, you tosser."

"Later, you arsehole."

Cassie stuck her tongue out at him. He did the same.