A/N: Ok, so I had this idea a couple weeks ago and it's finally coming to fruition. It may seem kinda strange but please, bear with me. :D

Beta'd by TalaDentro cuz she's cool.

I sat up in my bed and stretched, trying to wake myself up. My stomach rumbled loudly, prompting me to throw on my robes and get to the Great Hall as quickly as I could. Before even reaching the great doors, the aroma of bacon, eggs, and toast –all elf made- reached my nose, making my stomach grumble even louder. Before I'd fully taken my seat at the table, I grabbed a piece of bacon and started eating.

"Geez. You act as if you haven't eaten in a week." Antonin said as I settled in across from him.

"Shut up. I'm hungry." I replied, grabbing another piece of bacon.

"Alright. But try taking the time to chew before you swallow, please."

"I always have time to savor the flavor of bacon. Especially elf-made bacon. It's almost magical." I said with a wink.

"Antonin, Cassandra, good morning."

"Hey, Tom. Just as a warning, Cassandra is eating all the food. You better hurry before she swallows everything."

"Don't listen to him. I'm eating like I normally do."

"So then I should get all the food I can before you attempt to starve me."

"Ya know, Riddle, I don't have to take that from you. I could pop you in the face with a Deletrius spell faster than you could say Parseltongue. No one would ever see you again. Appreciate that I don't." I said, pointing my fork at him. The threatening tone in my voice lost some of its power when the eggs hanging at the end of said fork fell onto the plate with a soft plop.

"Good morning students." The three of us looked up to find Professor Dumbledore standing behind us.

"Morning, Professor." I replied cheerfully.

"I see you're off to fine start, Miss Greengrass. Boys." He said with a nod to my friends across the table. They nodded back, stiffly.

"Why do you two always do that whenever he walks by?" I asked as soon as the professor was out of earshot.

"Do what?" They replied together.

"Tense up."

"We don't."

"Planks. Both of you. I don't understand it. He's nice to you. Especially you, Tom." I said with a hard look at him.

"It's not that big of a deal." Tom said dismissively.

I didn't say anything more on the subject, but it didn't leave my mind. Especially when I saw Tom glaring at Dumbledore over his orange juice.