October 24th 1992
October had come quickly, the weather was horrendous, the rain had been bouncing off the windows and roof of the castle for days now. Unfortunately, and much to the dismay of Cassie, Hope and the twins, Oliver Wood still would not cancel their regular Quidditch practice. The team had spent the past three hours outside on the Quidditch pitch, all while Astrid watched from the window of the castle.
Though she could barely see them due to the distance, she could tell they were miserable. It was at times like this she remembered her days on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Oliver Wood was very much like James Potter in the respect for their dedication to quidditch, because, just like Oliver, he did not care much for the weather. He once had them practicing during a mild snowstorm, they were out there for a good two hours before McGonagall came out and told them they had to come in before one of them froze to death.
Sirius would complain constantly about having to sit out in that weather for so long, even though he didn't need to be there. He wasn't on the team but he would be at almost every practice and every game, especially in the later years of their school life. If anyone asked him why, he said he was there to support his girl.
His girl.
Two words that brought Astrid a bittersweet feeling. She used to blush and shy away from the attention she would get when he called her that, but she loved it. She loved having everyone know that she was his. That, of course, all changed when Sirius was sent to Azkaban. Now, if someone referred to her as his girl, it was spat out like a deadly poison and she hated it.
Astrid smiled, turning her thoughts to her daughter as she watched the team finally run back up the path towards the castle. Cassandra was everything to her, she was the only family she had. Her father and brother wanted nothing to do with her so Cassie was the only one she had.
Three out of four of her best friends were gone. Two were dead and one was in prison. Though she still had Remus, in a way. No one had heard from him in years, not that Astrid could blame him. The war changed them. Remus had fallen into isolation, in the hopes of hiding from the world. Mostly to escape the hate that came from being a werewolf.
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"I'm gonna kill him," Cassie hissed as she and Hope got changed out of their soaked clothes. "I'm actually going to kill him."
"I'll dig the grave," Hope retorts as she lets her wet hair down. The two girls changed into some pajamas. Cassie was wearing a tight blue vest top and leggings, while Hope wore a black, cropped t-shirt and grey shorts.
"Why does he insist on practicing in this weather?" Cassie practically growls, she had been in a bad mood all day and being made to practice in this weather hadn't made her mood any better.
"To torture us?" Hope replied as they made their way down to the common room. Cassie snorts at her answer as they throw themselves down on couches. Second later the twins walk up behind the two girls, George leans down kissing Cassie on the cheek while Fred hugs hope from behind in greeting. The twins sit in the chairs opposite, sighing, relieved to be off their feet and in comfortable chairs.
"So have you girls been invited to Nearly Headless Nick's 500th deathday party?" George asked.
"Yep," both answer together.
"Will you still be helping us set up the Halloween pranks?" Fred asked before smiling teasingly. "I know how long it takes you two to get ready for events like this."
The girls smile while playfully narrowing their eyes at him, "twat," they both mutter.
"Of course we're still helping," they, once again, state together.
"You two sure you're not twins or something," George asked with an amused smile, referring to how they tend to speak at the same time and somehow know what the other is thinking, just like him and Fred.
Both girls chuckle at the question, they might as well be twins at this point. They're best friends, sisters even. They tell each other everything and are always there for one another.
"Have the Golden Trio gotten into any more trouble?" Cassie asked, directing her question at Hope.
"Not yet."
"Golden Trio?" George asked, slightly confused.
"Harry, Ron and Hermione. We've nicknamed them the Golden Trio," Hope replied.
The twins tilt their heads, like they were contemplating the name. "It's pretty fitting," Fred muses while George nods in confirmation.