Phoenix Feather [Harry Potter]

s e v e n [Cassidy Faye]

Harry and I were in potions when he asked me something.

"Cassidy?"

"Hmm?"

"Want to go to the Black Lake with Hermione, Ron, and I. Hermione thought I ought to ask you."

"As friends of course." he quickly says.

"Yeah. Only friends.I don't want drama."

"We'll never be anything more than that."

"Perfect."

The bell rings.

"Anyways, let's get to dinner." I say before I become flustered. He shrugs.

"Fine," he says as Ron and Hermione walk up.

"What are you two doing? It's time for dinner," Hermione scolds. I flinch.

"Calm down, Hermione. Bloody h*ll, they were just talking. I think. Unless they were doing something else," Ron winks.

I blush, and walk out of the portrait hole.

I quickly walk into the Great Hall, and remember the earlier events.

Avoid Pansy.

"Oh, look! It's food girl!" Pansy mocks as I sit down at the Gryffindor table.

"Shut up Pansy," I hear Dean say from behind me. Dean sits next to me, still towering above me as he sat.

"Thanks, Dean. I didn't want to deal with pug-faced Pansy," I thank him. He shrugs.

"Anyone would have done it," he merely says.

"But nobody else did," I point out. He looks at me.

"Have you met Seamus?" he asks with a tiny blush.

"Of course I've met bloody Seamus! Who hasn't?" I throw up my arms for emphasis.

"Ummm, do you want to hang out with Seamus and I? You don't have to, we just saw you and thought, hey! She looks cool! We should see if we can be friends and-" Dean rambles. I laugh.

"You don't have to be awkward. Of course I'll hang out! Now where do you sit, I'm hungry!" I say. At that moment, Harry, Hermione, and Ron walk in.

I turn, not seeing the crestfallen look on Harry's face.

"Right over here," Dean points out Seamus' sandy blonde hair.

"Oi, Seamus! Nice to see ya again!" I say, shakily holding out my hand for him to shake. He takes it, and I feel weird. Physical contact.

"Hey, Cass! How are ya?" Seamus asks friendly.

"Good. How about you guys?" I ask politely. They just shrug.

"So, Seamus, you seem to be well known around here. Care to explain?" I inquire. He rubs his hands together, and Dean mutters.

"What, was I not supposed to ask that?" I say nervously. Dean shakes his head no.

"Well, you see, dear Cassidy, I am known as the accident prone. I might as well demonstrate," Seamus grabs his wand. "I will perform a spell."

"Take cover," Dean says, grabbing his empty plate and shielding his face. I copy, confused.

I couldn't hear what spell he performed, but next thing I know, I heard an explosion. I peeked over my plate to see Seamus grinning goofily at me with singed hair. I facepalm.

"Oh, Seamus. What have I done? I shouldn't have asked," I mutter, covering my face.

He chuckles, "Trust me, I'm used to it."