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CASSIE WAS STARTING to feel as though she was getting back into her routine. Her roommates had already left, either in an attempt to escape her or get to breakfast early, but she did not know. Cassie tightened her tie around her neck before beginning to untangle her long hair. She put on her usual makeup for the day and left her dorm.
The corridors were pretty empty, oddly. The only things that floated around her were the castle's ghost and the portraits which looked at her rather pitifully.
She had no idea as to why.
As she approached the Great Halls's doors she heard loud chatter, which wasn't abnormal, but so loud as she could hear it outside the door. Most days, students were never awake enough to hold such conversations.
She shrugged and opened it, and walked over to Cedric at the Hufflepuff table. As she walked over, she got weary looks from those in her house and the other houses around her.
"What's all of this about, this is the loudest it has been in here since the troll in the dungeon." She joked, sitting down next to Cedric but was met with a silent pause.
"Cassie, I don't know if you want to see it-" He firmly gripped the Daily Prophet in his hand, as did many others around him.
"Cedric, it's just the prophet." She tried to grab it from him but he moved his arm back.
"Cassie, I'm serious-"
"Cedric!" She grabbed it and paused when she saw the front cover. 'SIRIUS BLACK SPOTTED' stared back at her, as well as an image she had been trying to avoid.
Her father looked disheveled, an image that had unfortunately become common to her. She couldn't remember what he was like before, she only remembered her black dog stuffed animal and the crescent moon and star mural that hung above her bed.
Cassiopeia could only assume he was involved in both and now she wasn't sure if she wanted to remember these things. She felt her heart race.
"Shit, Cedric. I'm.." She froze as her surroundings began to feel closer. Her breathing picked up as a response to the rising warmness of the room around her. "I-I have to go." She stuttered before getting up and walking briskly out of the room. She could feel some eyes of pity, and some filled with fear.
Cassie knew that the only thing she wanted to do was get out of there.
