SNOW WAS FALLING THICKLY UPON THE CASTLE AND ITS GROUNDS NOW. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrid's cabin, while the Durmstrang ship's portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The house-elves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about.
"It is too 'eavy, all zis 'Ogwarts food," they heard her saying grumpily as they left the Great Hall behind her one evening (Ron skulking behind Harry, keen not to be spotted by Fleur after the horribly embarrassing moment of him asking her to the Yule ball a few days back). "I will not fit into my dress robes!"
"Oooh there's a tragedy," Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. "She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesn't she?"
"Hermione — who are you going to the ball with?" said Ron.
"None of your business Ron," Cassie groaned from beside them. They'd all been eating breakfast together, "Just because you didn't realise Hermoine is, in fact, a girl, doesn't mean others didn't."
"That's what I said!" Hermoine exclaimed.
"What's the American phrase again?" Dean pondered out loud, "You snooze you lose!"
Hermoine, Cassie and Dean snickered at the latter's attempt at saying that in an American accent. Ron sourly mocked them before stuffing his face with bread soon after which he resorted to physically trying to poke a response out of her. However, Hermione merely frowned and said,
"I'm not telling you, you'll just make fun of me."
"Who is she going with?" Dean whispered to Cassie.
"I think I'll let you witness that surprise at the ball," Cassie smiled cheekily.
"Cassie knows?!" Ron groaned.
"She was there when I was asked," Hermoine replied, matter-of-factly.
"Is it someone we know?" Ron asked directly to Cassie — this date being a challenge he was desperate to solve.
"Dearly," Cassie smirked, earning a sly smile from Hermoine as well.
"Who could it be?!" Ron had grabbed Harry by the shoulders now.
"You're joking, Weasley!" said Malfoy, behind them, "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball? Not the long-molared Mudblood?"
Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoy's shoulder, "Hello, Professor Moody!"
Cassie could not hold back her laughter. Malfoy went pale and jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew.
"Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?" said Hermione scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily.
"Get her to shut up!" Draco hissed at Cassie, which earned him a cocked eyebrow.
"It's about time you did, Dar," Cassie replied, before turning around and leaving the hall with Dean to head back to the Gryffindor Tower.
The Tykes had decided to utilise the snowfall to play around in the snow. Apparently, ever since they found out Cassie has never enjoyed a winter break with people of her age (the Malfoy's rarely let the children go outside if it was snowing), they insisted on spending it together (plus a few others if free) and let Cassie have the Christmas of a lifetime.
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | f. weasley
Fanfiction( the golden trio era ) the one in which the prankster finds his peace in the girl with secrets ❝She's the exception. She has and always will be; not because she's the most powerful witch of her age. It's because she is too unique to be like the...
