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Cassy sat in the Ravenclaw Common Room, nose stuck in a book. The Common Room was deserted, everyone exploring the grounds on their first Saturday of school. Cassy, however, had no place to go. No one liked her, and she had no friends. She thought that maybe people wouldn't tease her anymore, now that she might fit in, but sadly she was wrong. No one cared for Cassandra Nightingale.
Cassy never knew her parents. They ran away two days after she was born, leaving her on the doorstep of St. Mungo's. She was later adopted by a kind family when she was five, only to discover that her parents were gone all day, leaving Cassy to the evil clutches of their beauty-obsessed daughter, McKayla. McKayla made Cassy do her makeup, but if it was done wrong, then Cassy was locked in her room all day. What was worse was that McKayla's father was the head of the Underage Sorcery Department at the Ministry, so nobody cared if McKayla tested all of her hexes on Cassy.
The night before the first day of school, McKayla slashed off five inches of Cassy's hair off while she was sleeping. Luckily, as soon as Cassy got onto the train for school, she regrew it until her black ringlets reached her waist again.
"Um, excuse me?" called a voice from the entrance of the Common Room.
Cassy looked up from her book, only to blush and promptly drop it as soon as she saw the figure standing before her.
His name was John Majors. Cassy had heard someone say it on the train. He had sandy blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and freckles dusted across his nose like stars. John had been in the compartment across from Cassy on the train. She had heard him talking to his friends about Quidditch. Apparently he loved the game. Cassy did, too, but nobody knew. In fact, they thought she hated Quidditch, because she didn't have a broom, when everyone else did.
Anyway, Cassy had started crushing on him since the moment she laid eyes on him. Like, crushing hard. Hard like cement. Hard like a cinderblock. Hard like-
"Excuse me?" John repeated.
Cassy blushed even darker, realising that she had been staring at him. "Um, yes?" she asked, bending over to get her book.
"I was told by Headmaster McGonagall to go get a Cassandra Nightingale for the assembly."
"That's me," said Cassy, standing up.
"You don't have to bring your book with you," John said, eyeing Cassy skeptically.
"Oh, um, yeah, I know-" Cassy was cut off as John walked out of the Common Room.
Cassy sat at the very end of the Ravenclaw table, looking up at the Headmistress.
"Eh hem," she called, clearing her throat. "I have summoned all of you here today to talk about a subject that half of the students have been nagging me about for the last week. Quidditch."
A roar swept through the Great Hall, only to be silenced from a stern glare from Professor McGonagall. "Now, for those of you who do not know what Quidditch is, please see Madam Pince and check out Quidditch Through the Ages after this assembly. For the rest of you, I must inform you that tryouts for teams will be held tomorrow. Gryffindor from 10:00 to 11:00, Ravenclaw from 11:00 to 12:00, Hufflepuff from 12:00 to 1:00, and Slytherin from 1:00 to 2:00. That is all."
Professor McGonagall left the stage and walked out of the Great Hall. Right as she exited, another roar erupted in the Hall as hundreds of students made a mad dash for the door. Not ready for the sweeping wave of children, Cassy was knocked down. She gripped her book to her chest as feet kicked at her, not stopping, and not hearing the yelps of pain that issued from Cassy' mouth.
Finally, the crowd cleared, Cassy lay alone on the floor, covered in bruises. She stood up with a groan, legs shaking. It felt as if her arm had been ripped in half, and then shredded.
"My dear, are you all right?"
Cassy turned and saw a woman in white robes looking at her with concern in her eyes.
"No," she replied. "I think my everything's broken."
The woman chuckled. "I am Madam Pomfrey. I'm the Healer. Perhaps we should walk down to the Hospital Wing."
Cassy let out a small smile. She liked this woman. "Okay."
The two walked out of the Hall and out of sight. However, another figure was still standing in the Great Hall, unnoticed. He was going to walk over and help, only shrank back at the sight of Madam Pomfrey.
His name was James Potter.
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