Calliope blinked against the soft light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, she lay still, listening to the sounds of the Ravenclaw tower waking up: the distant hum of chatter from the common room, the shuffling footsteps of early risers, and the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth of her dormitory. She stretched, feeling the cool fabric of her sheets against her skin, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tried to center herself for the day ahead.
A loud groan from the opposite side of the room soon spoiled her peaceful awakening. Calliope turned her head to see Cassandra sprawled across her bed, her golden hair still perfectly styled, even after a night of tossing and turning. It was almost unfair, Calliope thought, how Cassandra managed to look effortlessly beautiful.
"Ugh, mornings," Cassandra muttered, her voice muffled by her pillow. "Why do they insist on happening every single day?"
Calliope smiled, amused by Cass, "Because Flitwick won't teach Charms at midnight," she replied, swinging her legs over the side of her bed.
"What's the time, Calli?" Cassandra asked, raising her torso and resting her weight on her elbows.
"A little past seven," Calliope shrugged, already gathering her things. "Get ready now so you have time to eat."
Cassandra groaned but swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" she muttered, though there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. She pushed herself off the bed and shuffled over to her wardrobe, still half-asleep but motivated by the promise of breakfast.
The two got ready for their day, arguably one of their fastest times yet—though they had stopped using a stopwatch to time themselves back in the fourth year.
"Not bad," Cassandra remarked, pulling on her robes with a flourish. "I'd say we're getting back into our old form."
Calliope chuckled as she fastened her tie. "Maybe we should bring the stopwatch back," she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Or have you finally accepted defeat?"
Cassandra gasped in mock horror. "Never! I just got tired of always having to let you win," she shot back, sticking her tongue out.
"Right," Calliope replied, smirking. "That must be it."
They both laughed, rushing downstairs and through the corridors, the brisk pace warming them against the morning chill. The castle was beginning to buzz with life, students filtering out from their common rooms, the air filled with snippets of conversation and the occasional burst of laughter.
They reached the Great Hall and parted ways, each heading toward their respective destinations. Calliope made her way to the Gryffindor table, where the boys—James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter—were already gathered, their voices low and the atmosphere felt almost intense.
"Morning," Calliope greeted with a small smile, sliding into the bench beside Remus. As soon as she spoke, she felt all the boys tense– minus Peter. Everything about this year felt different, she hated it. She missed when things were normal.
Remus cleared his throat, breaking the silence that followed. "Morning, Calliope," he said quietly, his voice stiff. Sirius gave a quick nod in her direction, looking up at her from the brim of his cup of tea, his gray eyes piercing into hers.
"Hi, Cal. Excited for flying today?" James asked, his smile warm, obviously the most comfortable out of the three.
"Oh, right, that's today," Calliope rubbed her neck, a faint blush crossing her cheeks as she remembered the first flying class James and her had shared, "I can't say I'm necessarily the most...thrilled."
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My Marauders // J.P. , R.L. , S.B x OC
FanfictionCalliope Thorne was considered an honorary member of the Marauders throughout 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...
