The Cassiopeia Project [George Weasley] ✓

SIXTEEN

Sighing, Cassie jotted down yet another Spanish word for 'magic'. That language had too many synonyms, she thought. The dusty book she'd taken from the library was really helping her with the learning of a new language.

Thanks to the twins and their clever ideas, the redhead had found a new passion after days of laying in bed without the desire to do anything. The aftermath of panic attacks was always like that, Cassie knew it well, and there was nothing she could do to fight it, or so she thought.

When George had first shoved the Spanish book in her hands she scoffed, thinking it wouldn't actually help her. However, after a few days of skimming over it, the girl was absolutely smitten with the language, and had taken the habit of carrying it everywhere with her, along with a small notepad with endless lists of vocabulary and grammar tips.

"How would these words be pronounced?" She wondered out loud, the tip of the black quill resting on her lips.

Her dormmate's cat, named Charlie, meowed loud from the bed it laid down on. Cassie glanced at it, watching as the animal licked its black fur clean. They were the only ones in the dorm; everyone else was either on the common room or by the Black Lake, enjoying the warm summer days. The morning sun that filtered through the windows was enough for her, it warmed up the room and created a nice and relaxed atmosphere that she really enjoyed.

"You wouldn't know, would you?" She sighed again, lowering the quill. "El... gato... está... en la cama."

As the girl spoke out loud, the words were scribbled in the parchment with dark blue ink, the English translation being written down right next to them.

"God, I hope this is right."

Charlie meowed again, almost like it agreed with her.

"I know." Cassie smiled, closing the notepad. "I should be studying. And I'm talking to a cat. Could life get any better?"

Her tone was sarcastic, but her eyes held a hint of sadness. Just as she laid down on her untidy sheets, the dorm door opened, a dark skinned face peeking through the crack.

"Shouldn't you be studying?"

Cassie groaned and threw a cushion at Angelina, who just laughed.

"Shut up."

"Okay, okay." The brunette entered the room completely, her bag slung over her shoulder. "Alicia and I are going to the library for last-minute revising, thought you'd want to come."

Shrugging, the red-headed girl dragged herself out of the bed, picking her bookbag on the way to the door. Her hair was pulled in a messy ponytail and her clothes were wrinkled, but she didn't really care. OWLs week was really getting to her.

"Thank God we only have Charms left." Angelina sighed as they descended the stairs. Cassie hummed in agreement.

"I'm going to nap for a month straight after this."

They chuckled lightly as they crossed the common room towards Alicia, who was sitting by the fire reading a magazine. Cassie arched one eyebrow at the sight of Fred and George sitting on a table studying, and Angelina smirked.

"I talked them into it... Their mother would be furious if they didn't get at least two OWLs."

Cassie glanced at them again, noticing George's eyebrows furrowing with concentration. They hadn't spoken much since the day of the match but, somehow, he'd been there for her, comforting her silently in the endless sleepless nights that they spent in the common room, watching the fire die slowly as the moon watched them.