way to go, tiger | Lorenzo Berkshire

࣪𖤐 Y4 | 25 . We can be Heroes

HEY BROTHER — AVICII
'What if I'm far from home? Oh brother I will hear you call.'

The next morning, Cassie sits in the common room before she has to start packing. Her friends don't bring it up or say anything to set Cassie off. That's the thing with Cassie's friends; everyone in Hogwarts outside of Slytherin views them all as boisterous and obnoxious (which they are, majority of the time) but Cassie doesn't see that part of them. Well, she sees it, that's for sure, she just looks past it sometimes.

Because right now? What they're doing by not mentioning it and being gentle with her is so appreciated and Cassie loves them for it.

Even now, Mattheo notices Cassie toying with the locket around her neck instead of listening to their conversation. "Did you see Snape today? He's had a bit of a haircut, y'know." he smiles, nudging her.

"Good on him, he needed one." Cassie replies, only the slightest evidence of a smile on her lips. She hasn't gone as far as laughing, let alone a full on smile, in two days.

The others chuckle but Cassie goes back to fiddling with her jewellery in silence. Cedric's funeral is creeping up on her and she hates it. The more she thinks about it, the more sick she feels.

"Do you wanna go sort out your trunk now, Cass?" Pansy asks, realising how Cassie is slightly leaving the present again.

"Yeah, sure." Cassie says. Enzo smiles at her before she turns and walks down to her dorm. When down there, she lifts her empty trunk from her wardrobe and places it on her bed.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" Pansy asks, sorting out Cassie's bedside table.

"Er, a bit. Had a nightmare though. Enzo's had to put silencing charms over my bed so I don't wake you all up."

Pansy's grimaces with sadness for her friend. "It's that bad, huh?" she frowns.

"Yeah." Cassie says, her voice almost a whisper.

Cassie begins transferring her clothes from her wardrobe to her trunk, leaving only a few tops behind. She reaches the bottom of her wardrobe and rummages through the scraps of clothing chucked in there.

Oh, shit.

Cassie catches a glimpse of a yellow and black scarf. Is that... Fuck.

It's Cedric's.

Cassie lifts it to her nose, Cedric's cologne still lingering on the material. She clings it to her chest as her knees sink further to the floor. The tears flow without warning nowadays. They even surprise Cassie sometimes.

"Cass?" Pansy croaks, kneeling down beside her. Cassie shakes her head and puts the scarf over her mouth. Her grief is still raw— fresh, even. Cedric died two days ago. How is she ever meant to move on from this if she can't even pick up one of his scarfs without breaking down?

"Cassie, come here." Pansy says, opening her arms. Cassie sinks into her friend's grasp, her tears falling onto the scarf. Oh, Cedric. Look what you're doing to me, Cassie thinks.

"He's dead, Pansy." Cassie heaves.

"You're going to be okay."