The Men of Cassandra and Ravenclaw
Elle B
Chapter 1
"Cas... Cassie? Earth to Cassie?"
I blinked and looked up into the face of my best friend, Tyson Oliver, who waved his hand frantically in front of my face. "Oh--sorry, Ty... I'm out of it today," I excused myself sheepishly, and he just shook his head and smiled. Ty models for Warlocks and Witches, a teen clothing store on the south end of Diagon Alley, and he has a great smile.
"Well, anyway, Cas, Lindy was asking for your help with the `Rebembrandt' charm that Flitwick assigned. Can you help?"
"Sure, sure, Lindy," I yawned. The charm was simple enough. After demonstrating the correct flick of the wrist, Ty and I bounded downstairs to the library to see if the new Titan series novel had come in.
Rounding a corner, me in front, I collided with a boy (The boy and I fell, Ty tripped over me). "Ouch, watch it!" I yelped, being in my usual grouchy state at 7:30 in the morning--okay, so I'm not a morning person.
The boy laughed. "Sorry, I didn't see you."
I looked up and met his eyes. "Oh, you're Harry Potter, right?" I didn't know if I should be embarassed to have been talking that way to a `celebrity' that had never gone out of his way to talk to me in our 7 years at school, so I didn't care. "Well, either way, watch it."
He looked slightly surprised but shrugged. "Sorry again."
Tyson shook his head and helped Harry up. "Excuse Cassie, it's too early for her. I'm Tyson Oliver." He extended his hand. Harry took it, and they shook.
"I'm Harry Potter, sorry again." He nodded and continued on his way.
"Really, Cas, wake up!" he grinned.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" I made a face and reached my hand up. "Help, would you?"
He took my hand and I pulled him down. We lay there for a minute in a giggling mass.
"Mr. Oliver! Ms. Collins! 20 points from..." Snape, looming over us, frowned. We propped ourselves up. "What team are you on?"
I went to roll my eyes but Tyson stopped me. Ravenclaw never gets the recognition it deserves. "Ravenclaw, sir," said Tyson, and Snape went stomping off.
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"Hey! Cassandra!"
Recognizing the voice of Tobias Odessian, I sighed and turned. "What is it, Tobias?"
He slung his arm over my shoulders and I shrugged him off. "How about that Opening Cermonies dance?"
"Tobias, get the picture! I don't want you. I. Don't. Want. You. What's not to get?" Please don't think I'm a complete bitch. I'm not. But Tobias was a player that had gone after every girl. Since 4^th year when I refused him, he'd been relentless. Really. Lindy thought I should go out with him once to get him off my back, but I refused to give in.
"Come on, my Cassie. I know you do... You always have," he said, with a little bit too much confidence.
"Whatever!" I yelled and dashed back to the Ravenclaw common room, only to notice that Tobias had followed me.
"Get out!" I shrieked, pointing to the door.
"Come on, Cas, it's just you and me. Everyone's in class," he leered. I practically retched. Picking up a pillow, I repeatedly hit him. "Out, out, out, out!"
After forcefully pushing him out the door, I flopped onto the couch. I awoke an hour later to hear the chattering of a few of my Ravenclaw friends: Tyson, Lindy Carabie, Emerald Ruben, Chela Rodrigo, and Tobias.
"We better hurry up downstairs. It should be any minute now!"
"Shutup, Lindy, you're not going to win, Cassandra is."
"Callate, Tobias, eres muy tonto..."
"What???"
"She said to shutup!"
"Thanks, Chela, but no thanks..."
"Hey, guys, I think we should wake up Cassie now."
"Yeah, Em, you all head down, I'll awake Sleeping Beauty."
"I'm up, I'm up," I grumbled groggily, tossing a pillow in Ty's direction. "Now what are you all talking about?"
"Announcement of Head Boy and Girl," Tyson said. "You're a shoe-in."
"Am not!" I insisted, like it was a bad thing, as we bounded down the stairs. "That Gryffindor girl Hermio-something is going to win, she's super-smart."
"And so are you," he assured me, wrapping his jacket around me as we entered the cafeteria where everyone sat patiently in their robes. Apparently we were late.
We sat down with Emerald (A/N: I call her Em and Emmy a lot, same person!), Lindy, Chela (A/N: She's from Spain, and speaks spanish. I'll translate when necessary.), and Tobias followed. I didn't know why, but he and Ty were friends. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Welcome, 7^th years. As you know, we'll be announcing Head Boy and Girl."
I heard excited whispering from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, and had to roll my eyes. These positions were so overrated,
"And without further ado... Our Head Boy, I present to you, Harry Potter!" There was loud whistling and cheering from Gryffindor while all of Slytherin seemed to form one big scowl, profanities barely audible over the clapping of Harry's table. He was surrounded by what seemed to be dozens of redheads and a girl. He jumped up and skipped up to the podium, shaking Dumbledore's hand and taking a special seat.
"And our head girl... this was a tough one..."
I felt Tyson squeeze my hand and, again, rolled my eyes. (A/N: She's a skeptic.) It truly didn't matter, I didn't want it that much but apparently Hermio-whatsits did.
"I'm pleased to present you with our Head Girl, Cassandra Collins!" I was still in la-la land, bashing the stupid competition in my head when I heard cheers erupting all around me. Tyson prodded me.
"Go up!" he hissed. "You won, go up!"
I almost laughed as I saw the other tables glancing around, confused, trying to figure out who Cassandra Collins was. It was amusing, so amusing that I forgot to look excited and "oh-my-god-I-cant-believ-I-won-ish." Dumbledore shook my hand and I sat beside Harry on the stage.
"Congratulations," Harry whispered. I smiled.
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A few minute later Professor McGonnagel showed us to our quarters. They looked amazing! Pretty impressive! The bathroom was huge, with a big pool shaped bathtub, two sinks, and a shower. The common room had two colossal couches, a fireplace, a table ,and a bookcase. Each room had a bed, dresser, and plenty of space. Much better than my previous 6 rooms!
"Hi, we've met," Harry smiled at me as we unpacked in the common room. "Cassandra, right?"
"Yep," I yawned. "Oh, and congrats..."
"Yeah, you too." He seemed to stare at me for a moment and I gave him an annoyed look--he snapped out of it.
There was a knock on the door and I went to open it. A really cute, tall guy with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes stood there. He looked surprised to see me.
I stared at him, expectantly. "So, you're the mysterious Cassandra," he finally said, giving me a sick, perverted smirk. "You're awfully pretty."
"And you're awfully strange. Are you here for a reason?" I snapped. He looked angry all of a sudden.
"Yeah, where's Potter?" he sneered, pushing past me to Harry. "I don't know how you got to be Head Boy, Pothead, but it's my title." He made a motion to me. "Especially when you're sharing with the hottie."
Harry blushed but regained his composure and shook his head at the guy. "Shutup, Malfoy, don't you have some 1^st year to kick the crap out of?"
Malfoy, Malfoy... I had heard that name before. I didn't know it then, though, but it was on the tip of my tongue. Malfoy...
Malfoy gave Harry a haughty look then caught my eye. "You come see me," he leered and I personally pushed him out the door and slammed it on his face.
"Nice work," Harry smiled. It was a nice smile, but not as nice as Tyson's.
Elle B
Chapter 1
"Cas... Cassie? Earth to Cassie?"
I blinked and looked up into the face of my best friend, Tyson Oliver, who waved his hand frantically in front of my face. "Oh--sorry, Ty... I'm out of it today," I excused myself sheepishly, and he just shook his head and smiled. Ty models for Warlocks and Witches, a teen clothing store on the south end of Diagon Alley, and he has a great smile.
"Well, anyway, Cas, Lindy was asking for your help with the `Rebembrandt' charm that Flitwick assigned. Can you help?"
"Sure, sure, Lindy," I yawned. The charm was simple enough. After demonstrating the correct flick of the wrist, Ty and I bounded downstairs to the library to see if the new Titan series novel had come in.
Rounding a corner, me in front, I collided with a boy (The boy and I fell, Ty tripped over me). "Ouch, watch it!" I yelped, being in my usual grouchy state at 7:30 in the morning--okay, so I'm not a morning person.
The boy laughed. "Sorry, I didn't see you."
I looked up and met his eyes. "Oh, you're Harry Potter, right?" I didn't know if I should be embarassed to have been talking that way to a `celebrity' that had never gone out of his way to talk to me in our 7 years at school, so I didn't care. "Well, either way, watch it."
He looked slightly surprised but shrugged. "Sorry again."
Tyson shook his head and helped Harry up. "Excuse Cassie, it's too early for her. I'm Tyson Oliver." He extended his hand. Harry took it, and they shook.
"I'm Harry Potter, sorry again." He nodded and continued on his way.
"Really, Cas, wake up!" he grinned.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" I made a face and reached my hand up. "Help, would you?"
He took my hand and I pulled him down. We lay there for a minute in a giggling mass.
"Mr. Oliver! Ms. Collins! 20 points from..." Snape, looming over us, frowned. We propped ourselves up. "What team are you on?"
I went to roll my eyes but Tyson stopped me. Ravenclaw never gets the recognition it deserves. "Ravenclaw, sir," said Tyson, and Snape went stomping off.
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"Hey! Cassandra!"
Recognizing the voice of Tobias Odessian, I sighed and turned. "What is it, Tobias?"
He slung his arm over my shoulders and I shrugged him off. "How about that Opening Cermonies dance?"
"Tobias, get the picture! I don't want you. I. Don't. Want. You. What's not to get?" Please don't think I'm a complete bitch. I'm not. But Tobias was a player that had gone after every girl. Since 4^th year when I refused him, he'd been relentless. Really. Lindy thought I should go out with him once to get him off my back, but I refused to give in.
"Come on, my Cassie. I know you do... You always have," he said, with a little bit too much confidence.
"Whatever!" I yelled and dashed back to the Ravenclaw common room, only to notice that Tobias had followed me.
"Get out!" I shrieked, pointing to the door.
"Come on, Cas, it's just you and me. Everyone's in class," he leered. I practically retched. Picking up a pillow, I repeatedly hit him. "Out, out, out, out!"
After forcefully pushing him out the door, I flopped onto the couch. I awoke an hour later to hear the chattering of a few of my Ravenclaw friends: Tyson, Lindy Carabie, Emerald Ruben, Chela Rodrigo, and Tobias.
"We better hurry up downstairs. It should be any minute now!"
"Shutup, Lindy, you're not going to win, Cassandra is."
"Callate, Tobias, eres muy tonto..."
"What???"
"She said to shutup!"
"Thanks, Chela, but no thanks..."
"Hey, guys, I think we should wake up Cassie now."
"Yeah, Em, you all head down, I'll awake Sleeping Beauty."
"I'm up, I'm up," I grumbled groggily, tossing a pillow in Ty's direction. "Now what are you all talking about?"
"Announcement of Head Boy and Girl," Tyson said. "You're a shoe-in."
"Am not!" I insisted, like it was a bad thing, as we bounded down the stairs. "That Gryffindor girl Hermio-something is going to win, she's super-smart."
"And so are you," he assured me, wrapping his jacket around me as we entered the cafeteria where everyone sat patiently in their robes. Apparently we were late.
We sat down with Emerald (A/N: I call her Em and Emmy a lot, same person!), Lindy, Chela (A/N: She's from Spain, and speaks spanish. I'll translate when necessary.), and Tobias followed. I didn't know why, but he and Ty were friends. Dumbledore cleared his throat.
"Welcome, 7^th years. As you know, we'll be announcing Head Boy and Girl."
I heard excited whispering from the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, and had to roll my eyes. These positions were so overrated,
"And without further ado... Our Head Boy, I present to you, Harry Potter!" There was loud whistling and cheering from Gryffindor while all of Slytherin seemed to form one big scowl, profanities barely audible over the clapping of Harry's table. He was surrounded by what seemed to be dozens of redheads and a girl. He jumped up and skipped up to the podium, shaking Dumbledore's hand and taking a special seat.
"And our head girl... this was a tough one..."
I felt Tyson squeeze my hand and, again, rolled my eyes. (A/N: She's a skeptic.) It truly didn't matter, I didn't want it that much but apparently Hermio-whatsits did.
"I'm pleased to present you with our Head Girl, Cassandra Collins!" I was still in la-la land, bashing the stupid competition in my head when I heard cheers erupting all around me. Tyson prodded me.
"Go up!" he hissed. "You won, go up!"
I almost laughed as I saw the other tables glancing around, confused, trying to figure out who Cassandra Collins was. It was amusing, so amusing that I forgot to look excited and "oh-my-god-I-cant-believ-I-won-ish." Dumbledore shook my hand and I sat beside Harry on the stage.
"Congratulations," Harry whispered. I smiled.
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A few minute later Professor McGonnagel showed us to our quarters. They looked amazing! Pretty impressive! The bathroom was huge, with a big pool shaped bathtub, two sinks, and a shower. The common room had two colossal couches, a fireplace, a table ,and a bookcase. Each room had a bed, dresser, and plenty of space. Much better than my previous 6 rooms!
"Hi, we've met," Harry smiled at me as we unpacked in the common room. "Cassandra, right?"
"Yep," I yawned. "Oh, and congrats..."
"Yeah, you too." He seemed to stare at me for a moment and I gave him an annoyed look--he snapped out of it.
There was a knock on the door and I went to open it. A really cute, tall guy with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes stood there. He looked surprised to see me.
I stared at him, expectantly. "So, you're the mysterious Cassandra," he finally said, giving me a sick, perverted smirk. "You're awfully pretty."
"And you're awfully strange. Are you here for a reason?" I snapped. He looked angry all of a sudden.
"Yeah, where's Potter?" he sneered, pushing past me to Harry. "I don't know how you got to be Head Boy, Pothead, but it's my title." He made a motion to me. "Especially when you're sharing with the hottie."
Harry blushed but regained his composure and shook his head at the guy. "Shutup, Malfoy, don't you have some 1^st year to kick the crap out of?"
Malfoy, Malfoy... I had heard that name before. I didn't know it then, though, but it was on the tip of my tongue. Malfoy...
Malfoy gave Harry a haughty look then caught my eye. "You come see me," he leered and I personally pushed him out the door and slammed it on his face.
"Nice work," Harry smiled. It was a nice smile, but not as nice as Tyson's.