Calliope strolled up to her shared room, eager to recount the day's events to a hopefully awake Cassandra.
She opened the door lightly and crept into her room, spotting a fully awake Cassandra sitting on the floor, engrossed in what she believed was Muggle Studies homework. A sigh escaped Calliope's lips as she tossed two bread rolls and a few pieces of various vegetables, wrapped in a cloth, across to her friend.
"Ugh, Callie. No meat?" the blonde groaned jokingly, flexing her bicep muscles at Calliope. "You know I need to get my protein in! Quidditch practice 'morrow."
"You're fine," Calliope laughed faintly. "Be grateful, Oakes."
The witch slipped behind the room divider and changed into pajamas. "You just woke up?"
"Mhm. Quidditch practice has been kicking my ass. Last night didn't help. Now I've got assignments to catch up on," Cassandra lamented, her voice tinged with exhaustion.
"My poor baby," Cal said, feigning whatever empathy she could muster up.
"Shut up, Callie."
The witch threw her dirty clothes into the hamper beside their door and flopped down beside her roommate. "Want some help?" she asked, resting her head on the green-eyed girl's shoulder.
"But you don't take Muggle Studies?"
A laugh escaped her mouth. "Yeah, but you're forgetting I'm Muggle-born."
"Oh, right!"
Cass wasn't a pure-blood. She was a half-blood, with a muggle mother who had passed away when she was three. The subject weighed heavily on her heart, and aside from Calliope, not many people knew.
She grabbed her quill and prepared to write down the descriptions of the muggle devices on her paper. "So, a rad-eh-oh, what's up with it?"
"A radio is a device that works like a record player—you know, like the one we have in the common room—but you don't need a fancy little record to listen to a song."
"Ahh, inventive..." she quickly scribbled down her answer. "Oh! A car! I know that one!"
Calliope nodded. "Yeah, those are fairly common over here too."
After a few more minutes, they got through the blonde's entire sheet. With a sigh of relief and a giggle from Cal, she packed up her supplies. "Damn you, Muggles, for making me learn this."
"Blame bloody Professor Penrose," Cal agreed with a chuckle.
"Damn you, Penrose!"
The girls chatted about Cassandra's dreams while she was knocked out for several hours. The only dream she could recall involved being a dinosaur caretaker and specialist, where she promptly had her hand bitten off.
"So, what did you get up to, Miss Cal?"
Calliope groaned and launched into her day. "You know Alice? Frank's girl, the Gryffindor."
"Mhm, mhm." Cass listens.
"And Lily Evans."
"Of course."
She explained how she went to see James and recounted the events that happened, focusing on how Fortescue tried to belittle her behind her back in an attempt to make her ginger friend feel better.
"That fuckin' bitch!" Cassandra exclaimed, her voice laced with anger.
"I know!" Calliope replied.
"What did you do then?"
"Hugged James right in front of them," Calliope stated proudly.
"Guess his 'standards' disappeared pretty fast," Cass chuckled, playfully prodding Calliope's side with her elbow.
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My Marauders // J.P. , R.L. , S.B x OC
FanfictionCalliope Thorne was considered an honorary member of the Marauders during her seven years at Hogwarts. She shared a close bond with the group, but it was Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Sirius Black who particularly caught her attention. With her hea...
