A/N: WOOHOO, READERS! READY TO DANCE?! (is singing "Dance Like an Idiot" by Lemon Demon)
Put your hands on your knees and hobble to the right,
Then do a 360 with your eyes shut tight
While you're dizzy get busy and pretend you're a mime
then make whiney noises and clap five times
Hold out your arms, start running in place
try to do the Moonwalk and fall on your face
Get up and stomp around like a big fat lummox
Then jump out the window with your hands on your buttocks!
Yay Lemon Demon. They're the coolest. : D
UNRELATED AND USELESS FUNFACT FOR THE DAY: The band "Lemon Demon" is by the same person who did Potter Puppet Pals! : D YAY, so it is SORTA connected, at least to the Harry Potter universe...
ANYWAY. Enough dancing, and more fanfiction! : D
"YEAAAAAAAAHHHERRRGGGGGH!!"
Nearly every student and a good handful of teachers jumped in alarm, looking around frantically for the person who was surely being terminally injured in some horrific and gruesome way.
But as it so happened, it was not a cry of pain, nor was it a scream of terror.
Cassie had gotten 95 on her Defence Essay.
With a face splitting grin she hurled herself into the Great Hall, performing a rather frightening and horribly coordinated dance of happiness around the Hall, while Kelly Abbott pranced behind her chanting "You diiiiid it, you diiiiid eet, yeah, yeah, you diiiiiiid it, WHOO!"
Most of the students and teachers had sat back wearily in their seats again, some still watching her intently to make sure she was simply exuberant and not completely mad. It was needless to say that it had fallen pretty silent in the Hall, nearly everyone now staring at her as if she were going to sprout an extra arm on her face or something of the like.
After Cassie sat down with Kelly and began to shovel food into her mouth, the talk in the Great Hall began to slowly start up again, and Kelly patted her friend on the back.
"Good for you, you didn't fail!" her friend shouted in sarcastic happiness.
"Aw, shu' hup" Cassie mumbled through her mouthful of food, swatting her friend on the arm lightly.
After what was dubbed by Kelly as the 'Smith Happiness Incident' that evening, the two friends headed up to the Astronomy tower, night's blanket having already fallen on the Scottish hills. It was a Friday night, and the girls had shed their school uniforms already. Cassie's far-too-big woollen sweater swished back and forth in time with her steps as they climbed the stairs, chatting about trivial things and exchanging the odd story. Once they reached the top, they threw out the blanket they'd lugged along with them on the stone floor and sprawled out on it, taking from their pockets small candies and the like.
"I wish Ridge would notice me..." groaned Kelly, munching on a sucker, "He's soooo hot."
"Is that all you think about, Kelly? Whether or not they're attractive?" sighed Cassie, "You know, there's other parts to men-"
"Like their penises" cut in Kelly slyly.
"..Like their personalities, qualities, trustworthiness..." continued Cassie, pretending as if she didn't hear her friend speak.
"You think too much, Cassie. C'mon, there must be one guy that you like...Even if it's just for their looks...One guy..." Kelly grinned, twiddling her index finger on her friends slowly reddening cheek.
"There's no one" Cassie said firmly, though her blotchy red face betrayed her.
Traitor!, she thought angrily to her body.
"Oooh, I don't think so!" trilled Kelly, pinching her heated cheek, "You liiiiike someone, don't you!"
"No I don't!" she yelled desperately.
"Yes you doooo, tell me!"
"No!"
"Tell meeeee!"
"Godammit, FINE!"
Kelly giggled uncontrollably at the prospect of a juicy new gossip discussion.
"Jesus H Christ, you're mental, woman!" Cassie moaned, pouting slightly and shaking her head.
"Well, who is it?"
Cassie sighed.
"Sam DuPrau" she mumbled, turning bright red.
Kelly's face alighted.
"Oooh, that sexy seventh year from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team?"
"Yeah..." sighed Cassie lightly, smiling at her friend.
"And here I was thinking you had a thing for Tom Riddle!" she giggled, "Good choice though; Sammy is yum-mee!"
"Of course you'd know" bit Cassie, grinning.
"Hey!" gasped Kelly, pulling a mock-affronted expression.
As the two giggling girls tickled each other senseless, Cassie prayed to all the Gods of every religion in thanks that she was a good liar and that Kelly was extremely gullible.
"Copy down what it says on the board please, and kindly don't dawdle..." drawled the blonde Charms Professor boredly, as though he'd rather be anywhere but there.
Cassie dragged her bag towards herself, extracting a bit of bare parchment, a small stained pot of ink and a worse-for-wear quill. Laying the yellowing paper in front of her on the worn desk, she flicked open the inkpot and dipped the tip of her small feather inside. She licked her lips and wrote her name and year in the top left-hand corner, as was instructed on the chalkboard, then set out copying the questions and facts written there. After a good twenty minutes of scribbling, the teacher called their attention again.
"Alright then. Do questions four and five and have it in to me by Monday" the bell rang loudly, signalling the end of the day and the start of the weekend, "Dismissed"
Cassie shoved the paper, pen and inkbottle unceremoniously into her bag then, slinging the bag over her shoulder, walked out of the classroom to join the throng of students headed downwards. In the sea of slowly moving students she spotted a familiar, tall black haired person, by the right-hand corridor wall, moving with slow, deliberate steps. A little smile appeared on her pink lips and, having nothing else better to do, set off in his direction.
Once she was directly behind him, she lifted her index finger and stood on her tippy-toes, tapping him ever so lightly on his black-robed shoulder. He paused and turned around, a very slightly dazed look on his face. She looked from him to the thick book in his hands, her smile widening.
"Lost in book land, are we?" she asked him, standing once again on the tips of her toes to try and decipher the title printed in small black letters at the bottom of the page.
"Hm? Yes, I suppose so..." he said quietly, managing to compose himself.
"Whatcha readin' now?" she asked, rocking back on her heels and looking back up into his dark eyes.
"'The Dictionary of Dark Terms and Objects' by Marcus Hilcanfroy" he replied simply, reaching in his robes pocket and pulling out a small slip of paper and marking his page. He closed the book with a small 'snap' and dropped it in his bag.
"Now" he said, perching the bag once again on his shoulder, "What did you want?"
"Oh, nothing..." she pushed a bit of flyaway hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear. She'd begun to wear her hair down more often now, finding that is was easier than trying to tame it.
"I just wanted to say hi, really" she waved her hand dismissively, feeling her cheeks redden for unknown reasons.
"I see..." he said, his voice measured and quiet, "Well...Sorry to say, but I've got homework to do...Goodbye, Cassie."
"Bye!" she exclaimed as he turned away from her and made his way down the hall, waving lightly.
"OHMYGOD, CASSIE YOU LOVE TOM RIDDLE! CASSIE LOVES TOM RIDDLE! CASSIE LURRRVES TOM RIDDLE!" bellowed a screeching voice from behind her.
"WHAT?!" screeched Cassie, spinning around and drawing her wand from the inside of her robes, her face scarlet and poised to curse the living daylights out of the offending person.
A group of fellow Sixth Year girls bent over in howls of laugter, holding their sides and clutching at each other for support. One of them, a blonde girl that Cassie dubbed "Fellow Sixth Year Whore" tried desperately to say something else but her screeching giggled stopped her from making a full sentence. All Cassie got from her were the words "Tom" "crush" and "Obvious".
Cassie threw the dirtiest look she could muster at the girls, before storming off, her face still crimson, in the direction of the library.
A/N: It's finally done. : D Sorry for taking so long, you see I was abducted by Alien life forms who claimed that I stole their breakfast, and therefore spent a lot of time trying to persuade them that I really don't like eggs, and so why would I eat their breakfast?
They eventually let me go after I made them omelettes, but I tell you, I learned a lot more about the Universe and life from them then I've ever learned here on Earth.
Review, or I shall call up my Alien friends and they shall steal your brain.