Memories Of Them

Chapter 1- Pancakes

5 years later

Cassandra groggily awoke to a delicate knocking on her bedroom door. The door opened a crack, creaking slightly; a beam of light shined through from the landing, illuminating the cosy room. Maya poked her head around the door, her curly bob cut sticking out in all directions, she obviously hadn't had a chance to brush her hair since she woke up. Cassie had always thought that Maya was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, even now standing in her pyjamas; Maya was a petite woman with caramel brown skin, big green eyes and plump pink lips. She always had a calm loving aura surrounding her, Cassie didn't know a person that could say a bad word against her. She was sunshine.

"Mon chéri, it's time to wake up, the Carlisle's will be here in 25 minutes," Maya whispered, she slowly plodded into the room sitting down on the edge of the bed. Cassie groaned and tried to roll over, burying her head under her pillow. Delicately Maya began to run her fingers through the lengths of Cassie's hair, humming a nondistinctive tune under her breath.

"Cassie Bug, we can't keep them waiting, their apparition slot is at 10 and they can't miss it because of us. There are pancakes waiting for you on the table downstairs with the biggest cup of tea I could make. I'd hate for your father or brothers to eat your breakfast by accident..." Maya was cut off when the young girl sat bolt upright in her bed.

"I'm awake. I'm coming. My pancakes!" slurred out Cassie. Maya let out a snort and began to leave the room.

"Get dressed. I'll go and guard your breakfast from the circling vultures." Maya called behind her.

"Guard them with your life Mother Maya!" Cassie cried after her, amusement clear in her voice.

Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Cassie instantly recoiled when her feet hit the frigid floor. Even though it was early August it was clear that she would need to dress warmly. Jumping out of bed she hopped over to her dresser pulling out a pair of black denim jeans, a lace cami top and an oversized light pink jumper. Once she was dressed she ran a hairbrush through her waist length chocolate brown hair leaving it to tumble down her back. Running to the bathroom she washed her face, brushed her teeth and applied a light layer of makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror she gave a nod of satisfaction and raced downstairs.

Skipping into the kitchen a smile instantly lit up her face. Seated in the breakfast nook eating was her father and younger brothers Theo and Jasper, they appeared to be discussing the results of the last Quidditch World Cup match. Maya was stood at the stove flipping more pancakes onto a plate, the delightful smell filling the kitchen. Cassie crossed the room and opened the fridge taking out syrup, juice and various berries, laying them out on the table. Ruffling her brother's hair as she sat down she pulled her plate in front of her, grabbing a handful of blueberries and pouring the sticky syrup over the fluffy pancakes so that it swamped the plate. Kingsley raised his eyebrows with a mixture of disbelief and amusement.

"Got enough pancakes with your syrup?" he chuckled.

"Dry pancakes are the worst!" said Cassie defensively, swatting her brother's thieving hand away from her plate as she spoke. Kingsley rolled his eyes at the girl's dramatics. He then opened his mouth as if to say something then snapped it shut again. Cassie raised her eyebrows looking at the man.

With a small sheepish grin he said, "Please be careful over the next couple of days, make sure that you stay with your friends and look after each other. If you get lost or separated from the group find a member of the security group, they'll be able to help you. Make sure you're polite and listen to Mr and Mrs Carlisle. But most importantly have fun, I want to hear all about it when you get home tomorrow evening."