Even Death Eaters have their weaknesses. Even the evil give in to temptations. Even the dark seeks out light.
After a brutal punishment from The Dark Lord, Cassiopeia seeks out fellow Death Eater Severus Snape. She's in desperate need of aid. But t...
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Cassiopeia was setting at her writing desk sipping on a flute of ginger cider, and thumbing through an outdated index calendar. She'd been doing a little personal research, trying to figure out her exact due date. Thinking back to the night in question it shouldn't be that hard to decipher. However, flighty in her train of thought, she'd become distracted and was now scratching a freshly inked quill along a spare bit of parchment. She was mapping out a schedule of reminders, finding and circling the moments she'd be able to steal a visit from one Severus Snape. In all reality she really should've been doing something more productive- like focusing on a sleeping Pius Thickness, and discussing political plans involving the Ministry's infiltration. After all, he was on his third dose of Sleeping Draught. At the moment however, she couldn't muster the energy to control his mind. She could barely control her own. Thus, the need for a mild distraction. She'd wake him after Creasy served lunch- assuming she was done with her busy work.
She started with the current day; September 1st. Severus would already be at his place at Hogwarts, and the student's would soon be boarding the train at Kings Cross Station. She looked to the clock hanging above the mantel of the fireplace. 9:39am
Exactly 1 hour and 21 minutes before the 11am boarding whistle shrilled, alerting passengers of their final call. Classes would officially start the following day, on the 2nd. Although, on rare occasions that the second fell on a weekend, classes would then begin on the 4th. This year in question, like most- classes would resume on the 2nd.
They would celebrate their first on campus Holiday on the the 31st of October, having a massive Halloween Feast at 7 pm, just like they did each and every year- their second celebratory Feast being shortly after, during the following month of November, on Thanksgiving. Cassiopeia would not be celebrating this holiday, but would be acknowledging her Birthday on the 22nd. Against her wishes, Avery had insisted on sending out invites the month before. She felt like a petulant child bickering with him about it. A Death Eater did not just go out all willy nilly when it came to parties. Although, wherever there was free booze and an abundance of food-- she was all to sure her Estate would be filled to the max on that eve. Avery had even gone as far as to invite Lucius. Possibly payback for smashing his hopes and dreams. She wasn't looking forward to that awkwardness. She only hoped he wouldn't notice the small baby bump she would surely be hiding by then. She tried to focus on the good thing that would come from yet again, housing a wide various range of Death Eaters. It would be the first time she'd be able to see Severus since their departure the night before. 2 months and 3 weeks before she'd lay eye's on him again. It felt like an eternity.
Okay, focus. Getting back to the schedule. Where was she...
Ah, yes. December....
Everyone would be getting 3 weeks off for Christmas, starting on the 18th and not returning until after New Years- the first week of January. The winter term would begin upon their arrival. For the first time, since she stood barely 2 feet tall- a child not yet ripped of her innocence- Cassi found herself mentally excited about the Wintery holiday. She'd be about 5 or 6 months along by then. That fact scared the proverbial shit out of her. Of it's own accord, her non writing hand slid under the desktop to rest on her belly. Unintentionally, she circled her fingers, her palm roaming the flat planes of her stomach. She found it hard to imagine that, that smooth section of skin would be bubbled out in an obvious bun in the oven pooch in a few months time. She cursed outloud, damning herself for dwelling- unable to feel that bond that mother's to be were supposed to feel. She closed her lids and sucked in a calming breath before she re-inked the feathered quill and set it to the scroll.
