A/N: Sorry so short, but hope you like. Kind of strange. All q's will b cleared, R/R!!!
Diclaimer: I don't own anything... at all...
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A week passed and I hadn't spoken with Harry, Draco, or Tyson. Funny, I didn't think I had pissed Ty off. Whatever. It was the day before my 18^th birthday, in what looked to be the most depressing birthday yet. Imagine my excitement when I woke up on November 30 (A/N: Her bday is Dec 1, like mine!) and found that I had overslept for Potions.
I nervously opened the door to Snape's classroom, ready for him to hiss and that snobby Hufflepuff girl Mary-Sue or Jane or something to mutter some stupid comment. "Nice of you to join us, Ms. Collins," Snape screeched, like nails on a blackboard. Yech. I opened my mouth to mutter some lame excuse about Muggle alarm clocks when it happened: Snape became taut and fell over, as stiff as a board, only his mouth making the slightest movements.
"She cursed me! Cas Emilia hexed me, that devil girl!" he sputtered. My hand flew to my mouth--I hadn't cursed him! My wand was in my backpack! Some guy named Tom or Tim returned with Professor McGonnagel, who quickly undid the hex and helped Snape to his feet.
"She did it, Cas Emilia, over there!" He pointed an accusatory finger in my direction.
"Professor, she didn't even have her wand!" I turned to see Tyson. He smiled at me, and instantly I felt a million times better. He has a way of doing that.
"Is this so, Severus?" McGonnagel cocked her eye at Snape.
"Yes, but--"
"Then we have no reason to believe so." I wanted to hug McGonnagl, right then and there, but the thought of it restrained me. Snape muttered and dismissed us, forgetting to give me a detention for being tardy.
I caught up with Ty in the corridor. "You've been avoiding me, having you?" I said, feeling ashamed for no reason whatsoever. He looked around warily, with no response. "Fine, but stop, okay?"
He nodded, flashing me another brilliant smile. "Wanna go set rats loose in Snape's room?"
"Nah," I declined. "I have to go talk to Harry."
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I sat, facing Harry, on our common room couch. "Harry--"
"I'm sorry, Cassandra, I don't know what came over me!" he blurted out, then looked away.
"Yeah fine, but that's not what we need to talk about." He arched his eyebrow. "My parents, your parents... they were friends."
"Sure?" Harry looked skeptical. Just because they're dead doesn't mean they didn't have friends, I wanted to scream.
"Uh-huh." I gave him a placid smile. "Joey and Lizzie Collins. They went into hiding with your parents, and so did I."
I could've sworn I saw Harry roll his eyes, and I slapped him. He recovered quickly and just looked at me, long and hard, for a moment. "It's serious, you dolt!" I snapped. I had hoped it'd be a lot easier than this. "Voldemort killed my parents, too, you're not the only charity case!" The last part spilled out, and I immediately regretted it. His eyes opened wide, anger growing in their green specks. He stood up over me menacingly, then stormed into his room.
That night I lay wide awake, thinking about Harry's parents, Tyson avoiding me, and Snapes hex. Finally, at about 1 a.m., I started to drift off to sleep.
I bolted upright. "Cassandra Emilia Collins..." Snape had said. Emilia? As far as I knew, I didn't have a middle name.
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AznGol--well soooooory, but that's just the scheme of things, nvr read animorphs
SamWitch--ty so much, ur da best
Diclaimer: I don't own anything... at all...
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A week passed and I hadn't spoken with Harry, Draco, or Tyson. Funny, I didn't think I had pissed Ty off. Whatever. It was the day before my 18^th birthday, in what looked to be the most depressing birthday yet. Imagine my excitement when I woke up on November 30 (A/N: Her bday is Dec 1, like mine!) and found that I had overslept for Potions.
I nervously opened the door to Snape's classroom, ready for him to hiss and that snobby Hufflepuff girl Mary-Sue or Jane or something to mutter some stupid comment. "Nice of you to join us, Ms. Collins," Snape screeched, like nails on a blackboard. Yech. I opened my mouth to mutter some lame excuse about Muggle alarm clocks when it happened: Snape became taut and fell over, as stiff as a board, only his mouth making the slightest movements.
"She cursed me! Cas Emilia hexed me, that devil girl!" he sputtered. My hand flew to my mouth--I hadn't cursed him! My wand was in my backpack! Some guy named Tom or Tim returned with Professor McGonnagel, who quickly undid the hex and helped Snape to his feet.
"She did it, Cas Emilia, over there!" He pointed an accusatory finger in my direction.
"Professor, she didn't even have her wand!" I turned to see Tyson. He smiled at me, and instantly I felt a million times better. He has a way of doing that.
"Is this so, Severus?" McGonnagel cocked her eye at Snape.
"Yes, but--"
"Then we have no reason to believe so." I wanted to hug McGonnagl, right then and there, but the thought of it restrained me. Snape muttered and dismissed us, forgetting to give me a detention for being tardy.
I caught up with Ty in the corridor. "You've been avoiding me, having you?" I said, feeling ashamed for no reason whatsoever. He looked around warily, with no response. "Fine, but stop, okay?"
He nodded, flashing me another brilliant smile. "Wanna go set rats loose in Snape's room?"
"Nah," I declined. "I have to go talk to Harry."
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I sat, facing Harry, on our common room couch. "Harry--"
"I'm sorry, Cassandra, I don't know what came over me!" he blurted out, then looked away.
"Yeah fine, but that's not what we need to talk about." He arched his eyebrow. "My parents, your parents... they were friends."
"Sure?" Harry looked skeptical. Just because they're dead doesn't mean they didn't have friends, I wanted to scream.
"Uh-huh." I gave him a placid smile. "Joey and Lizzie Collins. They went into hiding with your parents, and so did I."
I could've sworn I saw Harry roll his eyes, and I slapped him. He recovered quickly and just looked at me, long and hard, for a moment. "It's serious, you dolt!" I snapped. I had hoped it'd be a lot easier than this. "Voldemort killed my parents, too, you're not the only charity case!" The last part spilled out, and I immediately regretted it. His eyes opened wide, anger growing in their green specks. He stood up over me menacingly, then stormed into his room.
That night I lay wide awake, thinking about Harry's parents, Tyson avoiding me, and Snapes hex. Finally, at about 1 a.m., I started to drift off to sleep.
I bolted upright. "Cassandra Emilia Collins..." Snape had said. Emilia? As far as I knew, I didn't have a middle name.
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AznGol--well soooooory, but that's just the scheme of things, nvr read animorphs
SamWitch--ty so much, ur da best