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Walking straight to the left wing of the infirmary, where the injured students are, Cassiopeia found herself looking down at her hand that contained the pain relievers to be given to the students.

Clearing her throat, she grabbed the attention of the males, "Please drink these pain relievers. It would sooth the inflammation in your wounds for a while. After eight hours, you will be advised to drink another tablet."

All of the male students stopped their talk to look at her, some slightly surprised, some annoyed. One of the students scoffed, "And why would we take something from you? That might be poisoned for all we know." They all laughed at her.

Cassiopeia fought the urge to roll her eyes at them, but she did anyways, "I was asked by Madam Hooch to distribute these medications to all of you here. And if you do not wish to be disturbed by the likes of me, I shall go and all of you would find your face swollen with pain, without drinking any medications coming from this infirmary."

Putting the medicines in her pocket, she slowly made her way out of the left wing, only to be stopped by a student in her year by the door. She looked at her as he winced in pain. "I am sorry about them. But please, let me drink that pain reliever. All this painful twitching in my face is just too much. Please," then, she realized that he was one of her classmates – Andrew Felton.

She felt all of their eyes at her back, grabbing all of their attentions. Goodness, this is so awkward. She never felt so conscious about her appearance since today. What if her face looks funny right now? There are about ten male students in this wing.

"Okay. Madam Hooch will make you drink the second tablet in the next eight hours," digging the pain reliever from her pocket, she sighed and gave it to Felton.

"Thank you," he mumbled, opening it from its packaging before gulping in water together with the medicine.

Rolling her eyes, she walked towards the students who were wincing in pain and started to distribute medicine; one for each. Some said their thanks; some just stayed silent, feeling too much pain in their faces to say thanks.

Walking back towards Felton, she started whispering, "Do you know what happened to Zabini?" Andrew felt the surprise surge inside of him – the girl in front of him was curious of what have happened to her archenemy. "Do not get me wrong, please. But I just do not understand. His soulmate perhaps, cheated on him?" she asked even more, not caring even if curiosity will kill the cat.

Andrew furrowed his eyebrows, "No, not really. Zabini is my dorm roommate, together with Williams. He told us that he did not meet his soulmate yet."

That information made her head hurt even more. "I still do not understand," she winced at him.

"Parker, in a pair of soulmates, the male is the dominant one. The male gets to feel everything that is going on with his soulmate – her emotions, her feelings, and even everything that she touches. That is very strong. And it only weakens when the male partner meets his pair. It feels like he is complete; yes, he still feels his soulmate's feelings as if they are his own but it will not be as stronger when he did not meet her," he told her, looking straight into her eyes.

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