Chapter 10: Encounters

The two walked aimlessly on the first floor, neither of them talking. After a while, they said their goodbyes and left for classes. Cassandra kept walking. She was thinking. Thinking a lot. She stared at her shoes most of the time. She rounded the corner and hit something hard yet soft.

"Ow."

"I'm sorry. Really." She looked up and saw round spectacles and the famous scar.

"That's all right. You okay?" She was expecting a warning or scolding, but she got none of that.

"Yeah..." She started walking again after dusting off her shoes and skirt.

"Cassandra!" Harry called.

"Yes?"

"You forgot your book." He held up her charms book.

"Oh. I don't need your help." She grabbed her book from him, almost scratching his skin.

" smell good." He said with a slight chuckle.

"N-no, I don't." She glared at him and stormed away.

She thought about him. She hated him. She had to. To her, he intimidated my him and his presence. There was no way that dork defeated The Dark Lord. Nobody could possibly be more powerful than Voldemort, especially as an infant. She erased him from her mind when she reached the classroom. No use thinking of him, he was useless to her. She used to think highly of him, but seeing as he hasn't done anything while people are in the danger of petrification or death. He could easily be behind it, as plain and 'powerful' as he is, it's easy access. She sat in an empty seat in the middle of the classroom.

The class went on and on. It was boring. She loved that subject, but she just felt this irritating need to get out of there. She was feeling hotheaded and ranted in her head. She did that sometimes. She just needed to release some stress. She breathed in and out slowly repeatedly until she was calm. After a while, she just too her quill and started doodling in her textbook. When class was finally over, she rose from her seat . Suddenly, the person next to her tapped her shoulder. He was tall, for his age. He was actually quite attractive. He was also a Slytherin. He had straight black hair. He ran his through his hair and grinned at her.

"Yes?"

"Are you watching the game later?" He asked a bit shakily

"I guess. My brother's playing. He's the new seeker."

"Yeah, I should have figured."

"Are you?"

"Yeah. I've been wondering what Quidditch actually looks like. I've never seen a game." He was obviously embarrassed with his ignorance.

"Really? I've never heard of such. You must have been busy."

"I guess. Um, do, do you mind if I sit next to you during the game?" He looked down at the floor.

"No, not at all." He gave her a toothy grin.

"Are you sure Collin won't mind?" He asked sheepishly.

"I don't give a speck of what Collin thinks! I don't even know he is!" Cassandra had had enough of this Collin.

"'I- I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. My temper is a bit uncontrollable." It was her turn to be embarrassed.

"Rumors, huh?"

"Yeah." She let out a heavy sigh.

They left the building and headed to the game grounds.

A/n: Finally! The tenth chapter. I decided to stall a bit, but I ended up with that little conversation of Harry and Cassandra. Their age is so limiting! Ugh! I don't even remember what it feels like to be 11. The two years that passed since then went by a bit too fast. I'm not ready to be a teen yet! Anyways, now that school is going to end in a few days, I have more time to write.