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"My dear, I am sorry for your loss," Dumbledore said as he watched her across the desk, the picture of solemn had it not been for that damned twinkle in his eyes.
"Not your girl," Cassandra Anderson told him automatically after four years. "And what do you mean? My parents are dead?"
"Yes, Miss Anderson."
"How?" the raven haired fourteen-year-old demanded.
"It was a car crash, I believe the term is. It seems they were all hit by another driver. Do you have someone you can go to?"
Cassandra nodded her head slowly, remembering Uncle Gabe from when she was younger. "I will go write him a letter. I'll let you know if I have any difficulties, Headmaster."
Cassandra made her way to Gryffindor tower, barely noticing where she was going until she ran into a familiar blond boy. "Oh, sorry..." Adeline told him, not noticing who it was. When she did, though, she 'corrected' herself. "Oh, wait, you're Malfoy, never mind."
"Watch where you're going, mudblood," he sneered.
Cassandra smirked at that. "Oh, you think you're so great with your 'pureblooded' parents. Did you know that until the late 1800s, when it became 'cool' to be a pureblood, the Malfoys married for love rather than blood? That there are ore Muggles and Muggleborns on your family tree than any other Sacred 28 family?"
Malfoy pulled his wand on her at the same time Professor Flitwick rounded the corner. Cassandra put on an innocent face, "Professor, he just tried to attack me!"
"Ten points from Slytherin and a detention with me tonight at 8 o'clock for attacking another student! Get to your common rooms!" He was so focused on the Malfoy heir that he completely missed the victorious smirk she shot at Draco before saying "Yes, Professor" and going to the tower to write the letter.
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Gabriel, or Loki, as he was usually known as, stared at the letter in his hands in shock. How had he forgotten about his goddaughter, Cassandra? She was the daughter of one of his most devout followers. The only reason he had agreed was because he had never thought he would have to go through with it. But he would, if only because he wanted to corrupt the girl.
AN: I honest to goodness have no idea what in the world this is. It is the product of little sleep, too much caffeine, and, apparently, my audiobook. Not sure how that happened.
