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DRACO KEPT GLARING AT CASSIOPEIA AT BREAKFAST THE NEXT MORNING. He had forced the youngest Coldwell to reverse the Tongue-Tying Curse and she did so. Only after threatening that she would do worse if he ever called her a blood traitor again. Cassiopeia ignored his glare and mindlessly ate her breakfast, listening to the idle chatter of the students around her talking about the Triwizard Tournament.
Wild theories and rumors were spread like wildfire around the school as to how Harry got his name into the Goblet of Fire. Cassiopeia still stuck by her word and believed that there was no way Harry could've put his name into the Goblet but she wouldn't be surprised if he did figure out how to put his name inside. He was the Boy Who Lived. It seemed as if he could do practically everything.
"That Viktor Krum really is good-looking, isn't he?" Pansy Parkinson asked Cassiopeia in a swooning tone. Pansy was in the same year as Cassiopeia and she had never really gotten along with her. Cassiopeia found Pansy to be quite obnoxious and annoying. The two only started to become friends with her last year, but Cassiopeia didn't consider her to be a true friend.
Pansy ran a gang of Slytherin mean girls. Pansy had tried to get Cassiopeia to join but she always refused. She didn't want to always be hanging around the extremely unpleasant company of Pansy, Millicent Bulstrode, and other annoying girls. However, when Pansy offered that she would buy Cassiopeia butterbeer every time they went to Hogsmeade last year, Cassiopeia couldn't resist.
She loved butterbeer and having someone buy it for her made it ten times better. Especially if it was Pansy Parkinson. Cassiopeia usually just passed out icy glares and crude insults to other students whenever she was around them while the girls relentlessly bullied people and laughed at them.
"I guess," Cassiopeia shrugged. She did think Viktor Krum was handsome but that didn't mean she was desperately fawning over him and trying to get his attention. "Not really my type."
"Well then, what is your type?"
"I don't know. Men are pigs," Cassiopeia spat, spooning another portion of porridge into her mouth. She glared slightly at Draco, still upset over the insult.
Pansy rolled her eyes, "There isn't something going on between you and Draco, is there?"
It was Cassiopeia's turn to roll her eyes. She knew that Pansy had been drooling over Draco since their first year. She had always been jealous of the close relationship Cassiopeia had with him and thought that the two liked each other. Cassiopeia had told her at least a thousand times that she was just friends with Draco and that she would never date him. But Pansy never listened. She always had her doubts that Cassiopeia was lying to her in order to keep Draco to herself.
"No. How many times do I have to tell you? Draco and I are friends and we'll always be just friends. If you want him, go get him."
