way to go, tiger | Lorenzo Berkshire

࣪𖤐 Y7 | 3 . The Wedding

FIRE AND THE THUD
— ARCTIC MONKEYS
'Will the teasing of the fire, be followed by the thud?'

The next morning, the grey clouds are clearing. The sun is hesitating, but it's there nonetheless. Cassie opens her locket to the picture of her and her friends on Falmouth beach, looking out of the Burrow window. She takes a deep breath before clasping it in her hand and putting it on. She wears a long, silk yellow dress. Cassie has her hair curled and half-up-half-down, courtesy of Rose, and paired with a set of dangly golden earrings.

There's a knock at the door, followed by a "Come in!" from Cassie. It's Remus. He smiles at his daughter. Him and Sirius really did make a beautiful daughter. "You look lovely, sweetheart." he says.

Cassie smiles, bowing her head. "Thank you. Rose did my hair."

"It looks beautiful."

Cassie nods, fiddling with her morse code bracelet. "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, the Minister is here. He's asking for you." Remus frowns.

"The Minister?" she blurts. "What for?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. You'll have to go find out."

When Cassie gets downstairs, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Enzo are sat on a sofa opposite the Minister of Magic. Cassie furrows her brows and slowly makes her way over, her heels clicking on the floor. Enzo wasn't prepared for how good she really looks. With a gulp, he puts a pillow over his lap and forces himself not to jump up and kiss his girlfriend.

"Good morning, Miss. Black." Scrimgeour greets, motioning for her to sit. Cassie warily takes a seat on the arm of the sofa. He places a book-like item on the table and looks up at the five of them.

"And this is...?" Harry says, his tone rather sassy.

Scrimgeour reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of parchment. It floats above as the quintet look at him with question. "Herein is set forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." he reads aloud.

Cassie shares a look with Enzo, who furrows his eyebrows.

"First, to Lorenzo Christopher Berkshire, I leave a flask of herbs, one of which being vanilla. I hope this proves most useful at a time where he needs it most." Scrimgeour says, handing Enzo a small, black cylinder flask. As soon as Enzo twists the cap off, Cassie is complete drawn to it. Almost like a magnet. She sniffs like a dog, not taking her eyes off the herbs. The smell is so lovely, and so magnetic.

"What's in it?" Ron asks.

Enzo lifts it to his nose. "I can't smell anything."

Cassie is snapped out of whatever trance-like thing is happening at his voice. "You can't smell anything?" she demands, her eyebrows raised. Enzo shakes his head and passes it along to Hermione. She sniffs it, shakes her head, and passes it to Ron. He gives it a long, thorough sniff before furrowing his eyebrows.

"Is there actually anything in this?" he asks.

"Let me." Harry says, taking it from Ron's grasp.

"I'm so confused— you guys can't smell that?" Cassie spits. "It's so prominent."

"You may discuss this further in your own time and company. I am on a short time limit, you see." Scrimgeour interrupts. "Now, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my deluminator, a device of my own making in the hope that when things seem most dark, it will show him the light."

He hands Ron the deluminator. Cassie's never seen anything like it before.

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron asks.