way to go, tiger | Lorenzo Berkshire

࣪𖤐 Y5 | 12 . Patronus

NOT A LOT, JUST FOREVER —ADRIANNE LENKER
'Not a lot, just forever intertwined, sewn together.'

The students arrive at Hogwarts late at night on the Sixth of January. Cassie has barely spoken to Blaise, Mattheo or Theo on the train. They were acting slightly odd again and Cassie still doesn't quite know what to do with that. Has something important happened with The Dark Lord over Christmas? Is Harry a target? Cassie has so many questions, but she knows that by asking them, she'd ruin her friendships— which is something she isn't willing to risk ever again.

So instead of asking those burning questions, she sits in the common room with the company of Enzo, Daphne, Tracey and Blaise at nine pm. "Guys, promise you won't judge if I tell you this." Tracey blurts.

"We'd never," Cassie replies.

Tracey looked down at her rings, twisting them around her bony fingers. "I'm seeing someone— someone you lot aren't very fond of."

"Oh Merlin, who is it?" Blaise sighs.

Tracey takes a deep breath before bracing, "Lucian Bole."

Cassie's jaw drops. Enzo scoffs, rather loudly, actually. Blaise bursts into laughter and Daphne's eyes are as wide as a tunnel. "Lucian bloody Bole?" Cassie laughs out of shock.

"You said you wouldn't judge!" Tracey protests.

"Ew, Trace! You're way too pretty for him! He looks like a demented goblin!" Daphne exclaims.

Enzo and Blaise turn to each other and burst into a fit of laughter. Cassie whacks her boyfriend's arm as a warning. "What, so are you two like together?" Cassie asks, wanting to know more.

"Not yet— but we exchanged letters over Christmas. He said he wanted to kiss me." Tracey answers, which only made Blaise and Enzo cackle again. Cassie gives them a warning look but they carry on laughing.

"Oh, Trace." Daphne sighs, shaking her head. Cassie can't help but join in with the laughter. She doesn't mean to laugh but Lucian Bole really is ugly. He hasn't had a girlfriend since he was in second year— and that was only because the girl lost a bet. He's two years older than Tracey, to make matters worse.

Out of nowhere, Lexi rushes down the common room stairs and throws a copy of The Daily Prophet at Cassie. "Cass, you might wanna read this." she sighs, sitting down next to Blaise and resting her head on his knee.

Cassie's eyebrows furrow and she scans the newspaper. In big bold letters, the words BELLATRIX LESTRANGE AND TEN OTHER CONVICTS ESCAPE FROM AZKABAN shine as a headline. Underneath that, it reads; With the help of Notorious mass murderer, SIRIUS BLACK.

Rumours have sparked since the escape of ten Azkaban convicts, previous followers of the Dark Lord, that Bellatrix Lestrange's younger cousin, fellow Azkaban convict, was the one that helped them break free. Nothing has been heard of Black since he escaped two years ago, is now finally time for him to make a comeback? Will we see Sirius Black striking again?

Sources say that Lestrange and Black were the fondest of cousins when they were younger. Always playing and laughing together. Who's to say he wouldn't pull a favour for his favourite cousin?

"What the fuck?" Cassie exclaims. Sure, Bellatrix may be Sirius' cousin but there is no way he'd help her and ten other Deatheater convicts escape.

"I know, there's no way he's helping them, right?" Lexi asks.

Cassie nods but she looks at Blaise, who has his head down and is picking at his thumb. She looks to Enzo and motions towards Blaise— which only makes him frown. This makes Cassie sad. Their friends are still holding back so much, which rightfully so, and it's pushing them apart. "Here, read it." Cassie says, chucking the newspaper at Enzo.