What happens when a young rebellious wizard meets his soul's twin flame? Although they had danced together many lifetimes throughout space and time, neither had ever experienced anything such as this before.
Cassie was a fairly typical Scottish...
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Cassie stood at the entrance of The Three Broomsticks and noticed four dementors milling about above the street and quickly ducked inside. She looked toward the bar and watched Rosemerta moving toward her direction with a huge smile on her face.
"Cassie, darling!"
"Hi Rosie, how are you?"
"Bored."
"I'll bet. I take it that business is slow?"
She sneered. "You've no idea—even the inn is empty. Can I get you anything?"
"Got any soup made?"
"I've got some leftovers up in my flat—I didn't bother to make any fresh—no customers you see—I do have some leftover bangers and mash--as I recall, I remember you like that."
Cassie looked around at the empty pub and nodded. "Mmm. That would be nice."
"Hell, I'd even serve the likes of Sirius Black if he walked in here."
"I'll be sure to tell him," Cassie said grinning. "If I see him," she added.
"You know, it's terrible what they've done to him. Poor man didn't even get a trial!"
"I know," Cassie replied taking off her coat and placing it on an adjacent barstool. "What time does Honeydukes open in the morning?"
"Ten, why?"
"Well, that's why I'm here actually."
"That time of the month--you need some sweets, dear?" Rosemerta grinned.
"No, I just need to talk to Ambrosius is all."
"Well, we can floo him—"
"Nah, I don't want to bother him."
"Oh nonsense. They've only just closed up—might even still be in there."
"I really don't want to go out there with the all the creepies floating around—"
"Well, I don't blame you there. Let's go upstairs and floo him, come on—it's not like anyone's going to come in any time soon."
Cassie looked out the window and saw a large black dog peering into the window at her.
"Oh dear there's that dog again. Poor thing always looks like he's starving, always seems very sweet though," Rosemerta said. "I've given him scraps on occasion. Seems exactly the sort of mongrel you'd take in!"
"He is," Cassie said sadly. "Mind if I let him in?"
"Oh, I can't have a dog in here—"
"Who's gonna tell? Certainly not me," Cassie said grinning as she walked toward the door and reached for the handle. She watched Padfoot take a step back, his hackles raised.
"You know that dog, Cass?"
"Yeah, I do," she said as she cracked open the door to let Padfoot inside. "Come on, Paddy—it's okay." She crouched down and wound her arms around his neck and scratched at his ears as he looked inside the pub nervously through the door. "We're alone, it's okay."
