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The Great Hall had emptied, the feast was over, and students were heading to their dormitories. But Cassie Black had somewhere else to be.

She strode into a side chamber near the entrance hall, where the four Hogwarts Quidditch captains had been summoned for their first official meeting of the season.

Cassie was the last to arrive. The room fell silent for a split second as the other captains took her in.

Thirteen years old. Small but sharp. Youngest player in the room by at least two years.

— Oliver Wood (Gryffindor) : The human embodiment of a motivational speech. Obsessed with strategy, winning, and beating Slytherin.

— Cedric Diggory (Hufflepuff) : The golden boy. Laid-back confidence, annoyingly talented. Everyone liked him, which was already suspicious.

— Roger Davies (Ravenclaw) : Thought he was smarter than everyone else. Too smug for his own good.

And then there was Cassie Black —the youngest Quidditch captain in Hogwarts history. First-ever female Slytherin captain. And probably the coolest one out there.

Wood blinked at her. "You're joking."

Cassie flashed a smirk, all effortless confidence. "Nope. This is your competition, Wood. Try not to cry about it."

Madam Hooch, standing at the front of the room, cleared her throat. "Now that we're all here—yes, Wood, she's the captain—let's get started."

Wood still looked like he was choking on air, but he didn't say anything.

"As you all know," Madam Hooch continued, "the dementors will be stationed around the school. That means no unauthorized flying and strict boundaries for practice sessions. If anyone breaks these rules, you'll be banned from the season. Understood?"

Cedric nodded. Roger murmured something about "reasonable precautions." Wood was too busy glaring at Cassie to respond.

Cassie? She just grinned . "Sure, sure. No illegal flying. Got it."

Hooch gave her a sharp look, but she moved on.

"As for practice schedules, Gryffindor will—"

Wood cut in. "I assume Slytherin isn't getting special treatment this year?"

Cassie placed a hand over her heart, feigning offense. "Oliver, you wound me."

"You lot always pull some kind of stunt—"

Hooch shut him down with a glare. "The schedules will be fair. No complaints."

Wood muttered something under his breath, but let it go.

The rest of the meeting was the usual nonsense—schedules, rule reminders, equipment checks. Cassie mostly ignored it, already thinking ahead to how she was going to prove herself.

Because let's be real—none of them took her seriously yet.

Not Wood. Not Davies. Maybe not even Diggory.

They would. Soon.

Cassie Black strode into the Slytherin common room like she owned it. 

Some students were sprawled across emerald-green couches, others clustered near the fireplace, voices hushed with the latest Hogwarts gossip. But as she stepped forward, arms crossed, they noticed.

"Trials are next week," she announced, her voice carrying over the low murmur of conversation. "And before any of you ask—yes, that includes last year's team."

A ripple of reaction spread across the room. Some exchanged glances, a few first-years whispered excitedly. But it was the older players who looked less amused.

"What?" Adrian Pucey sat up straighter, his expression sharp. "We already have a team—"

"You had a team," Cassie corrected smoothly. "Now you have trials."

There was a beat of silence.

"You think you can just—"

"I don't think," she cut him off, a slow smirk playing on her lips. "I know." She tilted her head, voice dangerously light. "Unless you're worried about your spot?"

Pucey scowled, but didn't argue.

Theo Nott, lounging nearby, let out a quiet chuckle. "Brutal, Black."

Cassie just shrugged. "Quidditch isn't a charity. You want a spot? Earn it. Otherwise, feel free to sit in the stands and watch us win."

The challenge hung in the air. No one spoke. Some looked irritated, others amused, and a few—especially the younger students—were clearly impressed.

Cassie let the moment linger before flashing a satisfied smirk and turning toward the dormitory stairs. Behind her, she heard Pucey mutter a curse under his breath. Then Miles Bletchley groaned, "Merlin, she really is  Athena Gaunt's daughter."

Oops.