Cassy walked across the grounds and to a seat in the Quidditch field, a stick of peppermint clutched in her hand. Madam Pomfrey had given it to her when Cassy had visited that morning. Madam Pomfrey had become very close to Cassy lately. She wasn't like a mother, but more like a very kind aunt. Either way, Cassy didn't feel as alone as she had the day before.

Cassy sat down in the stands. She was the only one here, other than a boy with jet black hair and Gryffindor robes. James Potter. Cassy was too shy to go and talk to him, so she simply opened her book and began reading.

What is now known as the Battle of Hogwarts occurred on May 2nd, 1998. It was a great and terrible battle, and I should know, since I was there.

The book was riveting. It was written by Hermione Granger, Cassy's favorite author. She explained every detail as if she was painting a picture. It was amazing.

Cassy jolted as she heard the loud cry of a whistle on the Quidditch pitch. The captain was starting. Cassy wished that she could join them, but people would just make fun of her. No captain would pick an outcast, anyway.

As the tryouts went on, Cassy's mind began to wander, as one's does. She pulled a notebook and quill from her bookbag. She had gotten a self-inking one as a treat for herself in Diagon Alley.

Cassy began scratching on the page, drawing lines here and there, occasionally muttering under her breath. She added little notes along the page, labeling certain sectors of her picture.

"Whatcha drawing?"

Cassy nearly falls off of her seat. She hadn't realised how much time had gone by. She turned and saw John's dimpled face grinning at her.

"Um, just a design," mumbled Cassy.

She tried to hide it in her bookbag, but John was too quick. He snatched the notebook from her hand and examined it, still floating atop his broom.

"That's really cool," said John, handing the notebook back to Cassy.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Are you gonna build it?"

"Well, maybe."

"You wanna go for a ride?" he asked, motioning to the area of the broom behind him.

Cassy pinked. "No thanks, I'm not really up for that right now-"

But John grabbed Cassy's hand and pulled her up to the back.

"John, really, I don't-"

But John zoomed upward, and Cassy let out a small yelp of surprise. As they circled around the pitch, Cassy began to feel comfortable again, recognizing the familiar feelings of the wind rushing through her hair. But suddenly they were going straight for the ground. Her hair whipped around her face instead of blowing casually.

"John! Stop the broom!"

"I can't!" cried John.

Cassy leaned forward, gripped the broomstick handle, and jerked upwards.

The two stopped inches from the ground. Cassy hopped off of the broom, heart pounding. John did the same, the grin having returned to his face.

"That was brilliant!"

Cassy grinned too. "Yeah, I guess."

The two walked out of the Quidditch Pitch, talking merrily. Maybe Cassy wasn't so unpopular after all.

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