Chapter 13- Cassie's Past
"How much longer?" Harry asked impatiently. They were in Potions and Harry was getting impatient. They had been sitting there for ten minutes waiting for the right moment to add in the lacewings.
"Can't be much longer now," Cassie said, stirring the potion bleakly. "Who's hair are we gonna put into this thing anyway?"
Harry never thought about that. When the potion was nearly done they had to add a hair of the person they would change into. Harry, Cassie and Draco were glancing at each other nervously. Harry didn't want to change into them, and he didn't want them to change into him.
"I'm not putting mine," Harry said quickly.
"You can't expect me to put mine," Draco said sternly.
"Oh great, so I'm gonna have one of you guys walking around looking like me," Cassie sighed.
"Knowing Snape it'll probably be me," Harry sighed.
"Shame Potter, for such looks to be wasted on you," Draco grumbled, smirking slightly.
Harry looked at Cassie who was just rolling her eyes.
"Rather change into Cassie than you Malfoy," Harry said through clenched teeth. It wasn't too witty but he couldn't just take that.
"I could understand that Potter. You'd rather be a girl."
"Better a girl than a show-off, evil git."
"Brave enough to say that to my face Potty?"
"Could you shut up?" Cassie was holding her head in her hands.
"What?" Harry and Draco said in unison.
"You heard me. I have a headache as it is and you guys are just making it worst. First of all, you," she pointed at Draco, "Stop picking fights with Harry for no reason. And you," she turned to Harry, "Don't provoke him. If he says something you don't wanna hear, do the world a favor and end it."
Harry just sat there, watching her. Her eyes were full of anger and frustration. It looked as though the golden flecks had turned red. She muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'boys' under her breath and slammed her head down on the table.
"You're only gonna make your headache worse by doing that," Harry said at last.
"And besides that, you're getting ink in your hair," Draco said, brushing some of Cassie's loose strands out of the way. Harry heard a muffled sound coming from her, but he couldn't understand it.
"What?" Harry and Draco asked again in union.
"I said I'd rather get ink in my hair than listen to you to," Cassie replied, picking up her head. She dropped the lacewings into the cauldron and it gave off a large puff of smoke.
"Fine, we'll stop," Harry muttered, afraid of another outbreak.
"For a little while," Draco grumbled, hardly loud enough for Harry to catch.
"Why couldn't we start the year doing something remotely exciting?" Cassie sighed. "This just reminds me of Durmstrang, and it's depressing."
"How was it there anyway?" Draco asked.
Cassie thought for a second. "Evil."
He raised his eyebrows at her.
"Well it was! They thought some of the Dark Arts and all the professors were creepy, and the dorms were cold and they treated us like we were in the army and it was just terrible."
"I can't believe after five years of Durmstrang your not walking around cursing everybody in sight," Harry said jokingly.
"Well not everybody there was evil, but some of them kinda were though, mostly the professors were what scared me the most. They were forcing the Dark Arts on us and sometimes they used the some of the Unforgivables on students."
"That's horrible," Harry whispered. "How'd you end up in Durmstrang anyway?"
"I dunno," she sighed wearily.
"So what kind of stuff did they teach you?" Draco asked.
Cassie and Harry glared at him. Harry wasn't surprised but Cassie probably was. Draco came from a very long line of Dark wizards so his interest in studying at a place like Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts wasn't such a shock.
"Creepy, evil, nasty, murderous, dark, wicked, scary, sinister, menacing stuff," she spat.
Nobody asked her anything about Durmstrang after that. They knew she didn't want to talk about it anymore. Snape was walking around the dungeon, looking over people's cauldron's making sure they had gotten everything right. He stopped at Hermione's group and was pointing his finger at Crabbe for some mistake he must've made. The potion was supposed to be thick, and a pale shade of blue. He noticed their potion was giving off green sparks.
"Poor Hermione," Cassie muttered, she was watching the scene as well. "She got stuck with a goon and a brat."
Snape added some kind of liquid to their cauldron and the sparks stopped flying. He walked up the aisle towards their station and looked into their cauldron. He gave a small stern nod and continued on. He probably couldn't bring himself to say it was good as long as Harry was in the group.
