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Her screams alerted no one of the hell that was her mind.
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Cassiopeia Black, born to family of pureblood supremacists. With two brothers on completely different sides of the track, she's still struggling to decide what the best...
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May we meet again
-The 100
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History: the only class in the mundane American high school that Cassiopeia excelled at. To go from getting 'Exceeds expectations' and 'Outstandings', to barely passing most of her subjects (and practically failing a few) felt like a hit to the gut. But at least she had history, despite it previously being taught by a boring ghost, then a certified jackass who shouldn't be allowed to teach.
But a good teacher always helped, so when a new middle-aged man stood at the front of the history classroom, Cassy wished for everything in her that he was at least decent. She didn't know how much longer she would like history if he turned out to be even remotely similar to her previous teachers. At this point, she would take Slughorn over a Tanner 2.0, and that was saying something considering the man had strong favourites and always went on long stories of his personal life when all anyone wanted to do was the potions work.
"Good morning everyone. Alrighty." He wrung his hands together to stop the sweat from building as he turned and wrote his name on the board. 'Alaric Saltzman'.
"Alaric Saltzman. It's a mouthful, I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origins. My family emigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however was born and raised in Boston. Now the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather, I will never be able to thank enough," He paused, expecting even a small chuckle but was met with silence.
"You'll probably want to pronounce Al-aric but it's A-lar-ic okay? So you can call me Rick. I'm your new history teacher."
Cassy resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose. She was very used to calling teachers Professor, Sir or Ma'am. Having a teacher ask his class to call him by a nickname didn't sit well.
Besides, the whole speech he provided on how to pronounce his name made her want to snort. Most purebloods decided to choose more complicated to pronounce names, believing that it made them sound more elegant and pristine. Her name was Cassiopeia, the amount of people who pronounced her name wrong was laughable. Most resorted to calling her by the nickname Cassy.
"Cassy," She heard a whisper to her right. Cassy just continued to write notes, following what 'Rick' was saying.
"Cassy," The whisper sounded again, making her clench her pen tighter before finally turning towards the sound. Cassy was met with the face of Elena, making her quietly huff, before glaring at her as if asking 'what?'.
"Where's Stefan?" Since the mishap a few weeks ago of Stefan loosing his best friend, Elena had intensified her hovering. Calling and texting him any moment that she could.
"Back at the Salvatore Boarding house, he overslept," She whispered just loudly enough that only Elena could hear, not wanting to risk getting caught and being put in detention.
