Cassandra groaned as she sat down, her skirt brushing against the polished dark wood beneath her. She shifted further across the bench to make room for Calliope. "You alright?" Calliope asked softly as she settled into her seat.
"Quidditch practice has been kicking m'arse," Cassandra complained, rubbing her sore thighs.
"I don't see why you all need to practice so much," Calliope shrugged, pulling her Charms textbook from her bag.
"It's incredibly important," Cass declared passionately. "It's my last year in this stone prison, and I'll be damned if your boy-toys beat us."
Calliope slapped a hand on Cassandra's sore thigh, more out of reflex than intention, trying to quiet her down.
"Hey! What the hell was that for?" Cassandra groaned, her voice rising from deep in her throat.
Calliope shook her head, leaning in closer. "Quiet down! They might hear you!"
Cassandra rolled her eyes, dismissing her best friend's concern. Turning her body towards the boys, she said, "Cal, there's no way they heard anything. Just look." She gestured towards them, her tone insistent.
Calliope's expression shifted from concern to confusion as she turned around. The boys were all bickering with one another, with Remus surprisingly looking the angriest. She made a mental note to ask him about it privately; after all, they did have detention together tomorrow.
She continued to watch for a brief moment. James's eyes shifted to Calliope, an unidentifiable emotion shining in them. Noticing her gaze, he quickly nudged Sirius who had been arguing with Remus. The interaction attracted Remus and all three boys swiftly looked over at her. Calliope and Cass quickly swiveled their heads back to face forward.
"Wonderful, now we look like stalkers," Calliope huffed.
Cassandra rolled her eyes again. "Calm down, Calli. You spend almost every moment with those boys. If you were a stalker, they'd have figured it out by now."
"Shut up, doesn't make it any less awkward, does it?" Calliope asked, a hint of irritation in her voice.
"I'd say it's more funny," Cassandra shrugged, a playful grin spreading across her face.
"Oh, shut it," Calliope retorted, her embarrassment dissipating by the second. She couldn't help but smile at Cassandra's teasing.
"I wonder what boy number one looked so stressed about," Cassandra mused aloud as she pulled her textbook from her bag.
Calliope's eyebrows furrowed, "Boy number one?"
"Remus Lupin," Cassandra stated matter-of-factly.
"You actually numbered them?" Calliope asked, her jaw slacking gently.
"Of course, it wasn't just a joke," Cass shrugged, lowering her voice to avoid being reprimanded by a nearby Ravenclaw. "Remus is one, James is two, and Sirius is three."
"I cannot believe you," Calliope said, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Ahem, now where was I? Right, boy number one. What's going on with him?" Cassandra asked, her curiosity evident.
"No clue," Calliope shrugged. "He looked a little on edge earlier in Twomane's classroom too."
"Hmm," Cass murmured, her eyes widening slightly with curiosity.
"Hmm?" Cal repeats, wanting to understand what Cassandra is trying to put together.
"You don't think he--" Calliope's sentence was abruptly cut short as their professor walked in. The boys immediately stopped arguing, their posture straightening.
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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...
