𝕭𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 || Fred Weasley

36

Cassie attended Cedric's funeral, standing at the back. She wondered, based on Dumbledore's knowledge of this ability, if it were honed and practiced, she could save a life when they're on the verge of death. If she could save Cedric, "would I do it?" She thought this many times, however, she knew everything happens for a reason. Everyone dies at one point, some quicker than others.

Cassie stepped through the barrier to the Leaky Cauldron and entered the pub. Exhausted, she put her packages down with a thud and called, "Butterbeer here, please! Thanks."

She took a large amount of it in one go as if it were alcohol. She set it down at the table and took out the new parchment, ink, and quills she had bought. That's when she spotted the Weasleys.

"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ron asked once he noticed the lone Malfoy.

She didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to tell the whole truth either. Everything now was riskier than ever.

"Weasley," said Cassie, sounding a lot less nasty than before. "Thrilled to see you, too."

"Come on, Ron!" his mother shouted.

He glared at her before moving along. Cassie paid for her drink and went up to her room. She opened the door and greeted the screech owl who was perched on the windowsill. She finished her letter, then folded it neatly into an envelope.

"You know who, Lumi," said Cassie. It rested on her arm as she opened the window. Taking the envelope, it flew out.

"Please... "

:::

A few nights later, Cassie was getting ready to go out to eat dinner, then visit Diagon Alley. She picked up a jean jacket and a black leather jacket. She put it against her white crop top, deciding which one looked best.

There was a knock on the door. She put her jackets on a chair and stepped away from the full-length mirror. She walked towards the door, unlocked it, and turned the knob. The door burst open, catching Cassie by surprise.

"Have you ever learned to be patient?" asked Cassie. "I swear... "

"Well, I'm in a bit of a rush," said Tonks. "You were on the way so I thought I'd pick you up. Aren't you glad you can stop living here? You need some of my mum's home-cooked meals."

"Thanks, Tonks," Cassie smiled.

Tonks was packing her belongings into her suitcase saying, "Come on. I told you, we're — I'm late."

"Which one?" asked Cassie, holding up the jackets. "Leather or denim?"

Tonks thought for a moment. "Leather. Makes you look quite badass. I didn't think your parents let you wear those kinds of clothes. It's more of a Muggle look."

Cassie's face turned blank. Tonks muttered under her breath nervously and said, "This style suits you a lot more. Well, come on then."

Cassie pulled on the leather jacket as Tonks stuffed the other into the suitcase. Cassie grabbed the suitcase, following Tonks into the corridor. She checked out of her room and walked the streets of London with the violet-haired woman beside her.

They came to a stop, the streetlight shining down upon them. Cassie glanced at Tonks, doubtful. And then a door began to emerge between numbers eleven and twelve. Cassie witnessed as a new building emerged into view.