Harry spent the next couple of days observing Cassandra and the way that she interacted

flawlessly with those around her. People seemed to think that she was this nice and shy girl. Ron

had even made the comment about how winning she was.

If only they knew the truth. She was a disaster waiting to happen. He remembered that

the Quidditch game was tomorrow against Hufflepuff, and he missed practice. Darn it!' Angelina

was going to pulverize him.

He heard someone call his name. It was she', Cassandra, the mistress of mayhem.

Guess who made the team, Harry? Cassandra asked gleefully.

You play quidditch now, Harry remarked dryly.

Yes, I'm a chaser, she said.

I'm very happy for you, Cassandra, Harry said forcing a smile.

Oh... Angelina told me to tell you that Professor Umbridge has changed the quidditch

schedule. My team will be playing Slytherin tomorrow, she said handing him the new agenda.

She can't do that, Harry said.

Don't worry, you'll play them next week, she said patting him on the shoulder

consolingly.

Okay, Cassandra. I have to be going now, thanks, Harry said.

The quidditch match between Hufflpuff and Slytherin arrived. Harry watched intently as

the players swerved from place to place blocking and beating their way to victory. Harry

watched the Hufflepuff team take their usual beating until Cassandra flew her broom down to the

little mound of sand that held the ring posts. He watched her grab a handful and throw it into the

face of the Slytherin who tried to get the quaffle from Ernie MacMillan. The Slytherin went cra-shing into the material part of the stands. Next, he saw her grab the bat from one of the Sly-

therin beaters and start hitting him over the head with it. Eventually, he leapt off his broomstick

to elude his assailant.

People watched in amazement as Cassandra grabbed the quaffle and rode her broom

straight into the Slytherin in facing her. The girl dove off her broom as well. The remaining

Slytherins banded together to try and subdue Cassandra, but she either kicked, punched, or

rammed her broom into theirs. Halfway through the game, she managed to floor half the Slytherin

team . The snitch flew into view, and the Hufflepuff seeker chased it three seconds too late. Cas-

sandra gazed intenly at the Slytherin seekers broom and started to think her curse in her mind.

The seeker's broom began to gallop like a horse, and sped crashing straight into the wooden

stands.

Hufflepuff won that day's game, but nobody wanted to speak to Cassandra. The next

morning, they had double potions with the Gryffindors. People stared at Cassandra as if she

were some kind of maniac. Professor Snape paired her with Neville Longbottom and Seamus

Finnegan. who both didn't know what to expect.

She knew that Professor Snape would make an extra effort to be hard on her today seeing

as how she almost single-handedly massacred his house team the day before. Cassandra had

gotten all the potions correct that day. When class ended, Professor Snape called her into his

office.

I know you feel sure of yourself for now, but I'll be watching you very closely, girl.

One slip, and that's it for you, he said grinning menacingly.

Yes, sir, and thank you, she said unafected. With him watching her, she was sure to

have many alibies for her other antics that were to follow.