The girls woke up to the sound of Calliope's Muggle alarm clock ringing loudly in their ears.
Groaning, Calliope reached out to silence the persistent alarm. Beside her, Cassandra rubbed her eyes and stretched, her hair a tangled mess from sleep. "Morning already?" Cass mumbled, still half-asleep.
Calliope swung her legs out of bed, her feet touching the cool wooden floor. "Unfortunately, yes. I'm going to the toilets to get ready. Care to join me?"
The sleepy girl mumbled something along the lines of, "I'll be there in five minutes," and tucked her head deeply under the covers.
Calliope nodded and opened the curtains, taking in the beautiful view of the green grass lining the Quidditch pitch. Down below, she saw a few students mingling along with one girl making another float in the air. She smiles gently and turns on her heels to her chest to gather her belongings.
Once she had gathered a hairbrush, toothbrush and toothpaste, fresh clothes, and her robe, she turned toward the bathroom.
As she stepped inside, the cool tile floor sent a slight shiver up her spine. Calliope quickly set about her morning routine, applying toothpaste to her brush and putting it against her teeth. She brushed methodically, feeling more awake with each stroke.
As she finished spitting out the excess paste, the patter of feet outside the door reverberated through the room just before the door swung open harshly.
"Hey, Cass-" Her words were cut off as Calliope looked at the rather small individual who had just stumbled in.
A young girl stood in the doorway, her face flushed and eyes wide with urgency. "I'm so sorry!" she blurted out. "I didn't know anyone would be in here. I can leave!"
As Calliope smiled reassuringly at the young girl, she could sense her relief. "You can stay if you'd like," Calliope offered, shrugging casually.
The girl returned a grateful smile and hurriedly dropped her toiletries on the nearby ledge. "Thank you," she said softly, quickly setting about her own morning routine.
A minute passed in silence as Calliope diligently brushed her hair. Glancing up in the mirror, she noticed the young girl observing her with a sparkle in her eyes.
"You're brushing your hair?" the girl asked, sounding confused.
"Yes?" Calliope responded, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in surprise at the unexpected question.
"There's a charm for that," the young girl shrugged. "Just confused why you don't use it."
Calliope chuckled softly, setting down her brush. "Old habits, I suppose. Besides, sometimes it's nice to do things the Muggle way."
The girl nodded, raising her wand to her hair. With a flick and a muttered incantation, the tangles in her dark brown hair unraveled, and it cascaded down her back smoothly.
Calliope watched in awe for a moment before smiling. "Whoa, that's impressive. Are you in your third year?"
The girl shakes her head, a hint of pride in her expression. "First."
"You're kidding?" Calliope blurts out, "You're a prodigy."
The girl, Bianca Madden, laughed and extended her hand to Calliope, offering a handshake. Calliope accepted it with a smile. "Calliope Thorne, I'm in my seventh year. Nice to meet you."
Bianca returned the smile warmly. "Likewise, Calliope."
"So what brings you to the sixth and seventh-year bathrooms?" Calliope asked curiously, tilting her head.
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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...
