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Recap:

Cassandra slipped off the broom before Ron could grab her. Her scream pierced the sky like a hawk's cry. She fell faster and faster. The ground grew nearer and nearer. She was going to die soon, she knew it.

100 feet left.

Now 80.

Now 65.

Now 47.

Now 30.

Oh Merlin! This is it! I'm going to die!"

Now only 24 feet before Cassandra fell all the way to her doom.

Chapter Seven: Operation: L.O.O.F.A.

Cassandra fell faster and faster, nearer and nearer. Soon she would die. She closed her eyes and prayed.

Suddenly she hit the ground. But it wasn't ground. It was soft and fluffy.

Cassandra opened her eyes. She was lying in sticking white stuff. Marshmallows? What the hell?

She tried to sit up but found she only sunk deeper into the gooey mess. "RON!"

"Coming!" came the faint cry above her.

"Hurry up! I think this thing eating me! Ack! Now it's got my leg. Help! I'm drowning in fluffy whiteness! Come on! Get me out of here! I know people say I'm sweet but not this much!"

"Hold your horses!"

"I don't have any horses! If I did, they'd be stuck in here with me!"

"I'm going to be help. Stay there."

"Like I can go anywhere."

"Don't try to act snippy with me. I'm doing this for you."

"Oh yeah? Well if YOU'RE so bloody great, why won't you help me? Some hero you turned out to be!"

Ron didn't respond and she saw him fly away.

After about 85887466347511293 years, or really ten minutes, Ron came back with help.

"Miss Sanderson, what are you doing in a blob of whipped cream?" Blackwood's voice boomed.

Ron snickered.

"It's marshmallows." Cassandra answered flatly. "And I have no idea."

"That would be my fault, Professor." Ron piped in. "I couldn't save her in time and so I did the first spell that came to mind."

"Always thinking about food, are we?" Blackwood said in an even flatter tone than Cassandra.

"It was a good spell." Ron said defensively.

"Hmmm. Let's get thing over with. Accio Cassandra!"

"I could've done that," Ron mumbled.

Cassandra floated over to Blackwood with some difficulty. She was a sticky mess and kept getting re-stuck in the goo.

Ron burst into laughter. "Sweet! You're so cute I could eat you right up."

"Shut up!"

Ron hit her left arm lightly.

"Ow!" she screamed in pain.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing. My arm just really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really hurts!"

"Really?"

Cassandra scowled at him.

"Miss Sanderson, I think we should get you to the Hospital Wing. Weasley, I suggest you accompany her. I will go ask the Headmaster if he wants to keep this glop of fluff." With that, she was off.

"Want me to carry you?" Ron asked politely.

"My legs are fine. It's my arm you bloody bastard!" Cassandra tried to move her feet but found she couldn't. Her feet were stuck to the ground! "On second thoughts…"

Ron picked her up. She leaned her head against his shoulder and was kind of stuck.

Evil goo!

Ron carried her to the Hospital Wing as if she weighed nothing at all.

"Ron! Get off me!"

"I can't! I'm stuck!"

"You suck!"

"I will not tolerate this kind of language! Five points from Gryffindor!"

"Nice going Ron. You just got some points taken away!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not times five!"

"Did too times ten!"

"Did not time one hundred!"

"Did too times twenty five thousand!"

"Did not times five million!"

"Did too times the cube of fifty-five billion!"

"Did not higher than that!"

"Did not!"

"Did too! Wait, what?"

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!"

Ron and Cassandra looked at Madam Pomfrey. Did she just say shut up?

"Thank you. Now I can un-stick Mr. Weasley from you Miss Sanderson." She took a look at Ron and Cassandra and bit back a laugh. Ron was in a permanent hugging position with his arms around Cassandra. Cassandra had her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. Both of them were covered in white fluff; Cassandra the most.

Poppy Pomfrey smiled slightly and did a simple cleaning spell. Soon both students were clean from the marshmallow mess.

"Thank you." They chorused.

"Mr. Weasley is excused. I need to see about your arm Miss Sanderson."

Cassandra lifted up with arm with a small moan of pain.

Madam Pomfrey examined it. "Hmmm."

Suddenly two feminine squeals sounded in the room. Helena and Dawn both appeared followed by a silent Callia.

"No, I can't have peanut butter; I told you I'm allergic." Helena declared

"Really? To what?" Dawn asked stupidly.

"Olive oil." Came the reply.

"There is no olive oil in peanut butter!"

"Is too! I ate it once and I flared up like a hippo in heat!"

"First of all, no olive oil in peanut butter, and second of all, since when do you know what a hippo in heat looks like? And how do you know?"

"Ew, that sick. And yes, to the olive oil."

"No to the olive oil."

"Um, you guys, there is a reeeeally good looking Ravenclaw watching us" Callia piped up in her small voice. She pointed to a blonde haired boy with mysterious blue eyes sitting in a bed reading a comic book.

"Ohhh! Look its James... he's so dreamy" Helena said as she batted her eyes.

"Is he in your year?" Dawn asked Callia.

"No he's in yours. Wait, we're in the same year. I guess the answer is yes!"

"I wonder if he's allergic to peanut butter" Helena said suddenly.

"He's mine!" Dawn said as she fixed her auburn curls. She pulled out a Do-It-All-Yourself Magic Make-up Kit from her robes. Then she pulled out a cream colored vanity drawer complete with a large mirror. Then she pulled out a cushioned chair and a toilet. Next she got out a briefcase filled with hair accessories.

Helena and Callia gawked at her.

"What? I've gotta look pretty!" Dawn replied in a snippy voice.

Madam Pomfrey (who was watching the girls with Cassandra) said, "Miss Sanderson, I will have to take points away and give you a detention if you do not put those prohibited objects away right now. Thank you." She went back to examining Cassandra's arm.

Dawn crossed her arms and pouted. Then she obeyed. She snapped her fingers and the beauty gadgets vanished in thin air. "So much for looking pretty." She mumbled. She didn't realize that the toilet was still there until Pomfrey started yelling.

Dawn snapped her figures again but the toilet remained. She tried to lift it up; no affect. "Stupid toilet…"

"It's all right, Dawn." Helena said, putting an arm around Dawn's slender waist. "I'll fix you up when we get back into the common room. You'll be a real hooker!" She winked.

"More like a real whore…" Cassandra muttered under her breath so Pomfrey couldn't hear.

"Ok, let's go right now!" Dawn said in an overly-excited voice.

"Ok!" Helena said in a mock cheerleader pose. (A/N: Stereotypes! No harm meant to anyone! I am an ex-cheerleader! I did it in sixth or fifth grade and quit. I hated my coach…)

Together they skipped out of the Hospital Wing. Callia followed gracefully.

Cassandra raised and eyebrow and Pomfrey. Poppy did the same.

"Shall we mend this bone now?" Pomfrey asked, holding back a chuckle.

"Er—,"

"Cassandra! We forgot all about you! I'm so sorry! I was having a dumb moment! I must be the blondest brunette you'll ever meet!" Helena said as she came running back into the Hospital Wing.

"Hey!" James said as he looked up from his comic book.

Helena ignored him. "I have news to tell you! Loofamin isn't following me around anymore. That and I give you my sympathies. Bye! I'm off to do hair and nails."

She left.

Madam Pomfrey sighed and walked over to her office to get a potion for Cassandra's arm.

Cassandra heard her mummer something along the lines of either "those damn bloody children are going to bring us all to hell" or "I bet those octopi enjoy dancing in tutus on the top of barstools". Whichever it was, Cassandra was equally scared.

When Cassandra got back to the Gryffindor common room, it was ten at night. It was empty and black, save for a single candle in the farthest corner of the room.

She chose to ignore the candle and go straight to bed.

Suddenly a sniffle startled Cassandra and made her jump. She left out a small squeak.

"Who's there?" came a bubbly female voice.

"Depends, who asking?" Cassandra replied sharply.

"Someone with a sad soul and hates her friends right now."

"Well, "someone with a sad soul and hates her friends right now", wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Ok." Cassandra started up the stairs.

"It's my entire fault!" the girl cried.

Cassandra sighed and sat down on a step, waiting for the girl to continue.

"Last night I found out that my mother was sick again."

"Does she get sick often?"

"Yes," the girl replied, her voice quivered.

"Why is it your fault?"

"Because I'm a witch. My parents are both Muggles. My dad didn't like me. He called me a little devil's spawn and other things. My mum has a Muggle disease called cancer. She's had it for a long time now. I think she found out the day I got my Hogwarts letter…

Anyway, my dad thought I had something to do with it so he didn't want me anywhere near her. She insisted and my father, being so in love with her, had to obey. But she kept a careful eye on my back. It scared me.

Why did I have to be born a witch?"

Cassandra made no answer. She was racking her brain for people she knew who had Muggle parents. Only one name came to mind: Hermione Ann Granger.

"Hermione? Is that you?" Cassandra asked the voice.

"Yes, who are you?" Hermione asked as she furrowed her brow.

"Cassandra. Funny meeting you here." Cassandra walked over and sat next to Hermione.

Hermione's face was tear-streaked and her hair was a disoriented. She was a mess.

"Go one with your story." Cassandra urged.

"That's about it except my mum wrote me letters now and then."

Cassandra thought about her home—or rather, he ex-home. She had Eve, her "Mother". She had David, her "father", which she never saw because he was always working. What he did was a mystery. She had Odette and Arabella, her "sisters". She had her "cousin", Dawn and two "brothers, Milo and Brett.

Brett! The name caused her heart to ache. She loved Brett like a sister should. He was her shield, her armor and her sword. He was the backbone which kept her strong. He was everything.

She thought about her house and her forest—her forest—she had the night. The night was peaceful in her home. Life was always worry free.

Yet, she felt something missing. A piece of her would never be filled unless she knew. She needed to find out who her real parents were. She had too!

"Cassandra, let's go to sleep. I'm tired."

"Just one quick question."

"What?"

"Are you mad at Helena?"

Hermione took some time to consider her question. Then she answered. "It's not Helena I'm mad at. It's more of what she said."

"What did she say?"

"I told her about the letter and she said her life wasn't perfect either. She told me to stop being to self-absorbed. It really hurt."

"Helena has a way with words. She can make them sting like a bee or brush softly like a rose petal. She just needs to learn to use them at the right time."

Hermione grunted and got up. "Let's go."

Cassandra nodded and together they walked upstairs.

A few days had passed. Hermione and Helena made up but still were cautious with one another.

Loofamin spent all his time in the library, trying to escape the world by reading.

It was a Saturday when the five friends sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast when Harry suggested they do something about Loofamin, or "that little bugger who was following you around, love" as he put it.

"I agree, but what are we going to do?" Hermione asked.

"How about Helena tells him she's sorry." Ron suggested.

"She didn't do anything wrong." Hermione said in a flat tone.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" Cassandra suggested.

"You're supposed to be my best friend! You're supposed to try to not get me killed! Especially by totally cute, but extremely annoying, first years! They have very sharp teeth!" Helena retorted.

The others chuckled.

"It's true!"

"I believe you." Harry said patting her head.

She snapped her jaws at him. "They're not the only ones with sharp teeth."

"Ok, I have a plan." Cassandra said, trying to sound important. "Fist off, we all know Helena is a complete bitch when she's in a pissy mood. Second, we know Loofamin is always in the library. Third, Hermione is smart and studies a lot."

"I don't follow." Hermione said uneasily.

"And she thought you were the smart one!" Harry said in mock horror as he put a hand to his heart.

"I think I get it." Helena said. "I think she wants Hermione to go talk to Loofamin because she is usually found in the library. It would be kind of suspicious if anyone else went in because I think Harry's allergic to the library and none of us ever us it.

I would, if I went, most likely get pissed and bit off the poor lad's nose. So, Hermione is going to try to talk to him. Did I get that right, Cassandra?"

"Not even close, but I like that idea better than mine. I was trying to go for the more Hawaiian Hula theme meets the Matrix."

"What the Matrix?" Ron asked.

"A totally awesome movie that aired in the States." Hermione said like the little know-it-all she is.

"I'm down with that." Ron said.

"Do you think that's a good plan?" Harry asked.

All heads bobbed in agreement.

"All right! Operation: L.O.O.F.A. is now in order." Helena shouted.

"Loofa?" Hermione cocked an eyebrow.

"Loofamin Overrides Obscenities in Friends' Atmosphere."

"That's lame." Harry said truthfully.

"Could you come up with anything better?"

"No, but we need codenames!" Harry clapped his hand like a little girl in a candy store. "Hermione, you'll be Book Worm. Cassandra will be Mistress of the Night. Ron is Weasel, nothing personal, mate. Helena is going to be Purple Goddess and I shall be Brave Knight!"

"Why don't I get a fair title?" Hermione asked.

"You would rather be Dr. Brainsmasher?"

"I'll pass."

"Now that we have our codenames, let Operation: L.O.O.F.A. begin!" Helena shouted in glee.

A/N: This was a short chapter. I'm sorry but it would be super long if I didn't cut it short.

I know I left you with some questions but bear with me. I intend to answer every question.

Saxifrage: I took your advice my freakish Beta! I just love Fabio! He was good as that dude in Ping Pong too! I told you I would have her asking questions about this chapter. I did! I did!

DrunkenBuddie: I hope that is what answers what is wrong with Hermione. I'm sorry I didn't get to that other guy who likes Cassandra in this chapter.

Ok, Now I want nice and long reviews!

Love ya!

S.S