A/N: Whee, fifth chapter! Okay, here it is folks.
The next morning was bright and sunny, highly contrasting to the cold chill beginning in the late-October air. It was a crisp sort of feeling, and Cassie flew open the window, letting the chilly air touch her face and the noon-sun bathe her is bleak rays. She was sitting in the library and leaning on the sill of one of the giant cathedral-like windows, looking down at the grounds where students wrapped in cloaks, scarves and mittens ran about and talked with friends.
Cassie placed her hand to her chin, propping up her head as she leaned onto the windowsill, in a surprisingly serene mood. Sighed contentedly, she turned and reached into her bag, pulling out something small and wooden.
She held it up to the sunlight, and the rays bounced off of it merrily. Nearly reflecting off of what should have been dull wood. She smiled. Hand it to her father to enchant it to sparkle.
The wooden object was a small figurine of a girl. She had long, dark brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and a determined expression. She was smiling confidently, and he smile was so contagious, Cassie found herself mimicking it. The little figurine girl wore light coloured furs, and held a spear in her hand, decked out for what adventure lies at the north.
Her smile softened when she remembered her father.
His kind face, his straight ebony hair and his dark, deep black eyes that seemed to hold all the worlds secrets behind their doors. Little crow's feet spread from the corners of his eyes, wrinkled from constant laugher and smiling eyes.
She closed her eyes, and his voice began to speak to her.
He told her his favourite story to tell, a story about a fearless brave girl who ventured across the north on the back of her friend, the white bear. She heard his soft voice describing the girl helping her bear hunt, and in her mind's eye, she saw it too. As he told the tale, his little pocket knife would be slowly transforming a piece of wood into the fearless adventurer, or her friend the white bear. She watched mesmerised as his big, strong hands delicately carved her favourite heroine as the tale wrapped around her attention and held it tight.
Cassie forgot herself, her eyes closed, holding the figurine lightly over the open window, caught inside a time and place only she could see, hearing a voice only she could hear.
The bell sounded for lunch hour.
Cassie gave a small screech as she was wrenched from her own world, jumping a little in surprise.
The figurine slipped from her fingers and sailed down to the ground, five stories down.
She gave a scream of 'No!' and grabbed for it, but it was too late.
The figurine sailed downwards.
Cassie bolted down the flights of stairs, pushing people out of the way, and generally causing havoc. Her heart thudded in her chest, and black terror began to wash over it. She couldn't even imagine what she would feel if she reached the place the figurine had landed and found it splintered to pieces.
Even the thought provoked tears, and she bit them back as they stung at her eyes.
She bolted down the last flight of stairs, crashing through the crowd coming in for lunch as she hastily ran towards the front doors.
She flung them open, and ran to the east wing where the library was located. As she reached the spot, dread began to mix in with the black terror constricting her heart, not knowing what to expect.
The turned the corner and looked to where the figurine would have landed.
But it wasn't there.
She blinked, and desperately looked around.
Not a thing, wooden or otherwise lied in the grass.
She gulped. 'Maybe someone picked it up...' she thought, hoping it was the case.
She also hoped that whoever had found it wouldn't think it useless and throw it away. That would certainly be terrible.
She took a deep, steadying breath and told herself gently that it wasn't gone yet. Somebody had it, and if she asked around, they'd give it to her.
Or so she hoped.
She slowly walked to lunch, her brow furrowed in thought and a tiny frown on her face. She watched the
ground as she walked, people walking around her and muttering about how slow she was going. She didn't care. It was all it took for her not to break out in hysterical shouting, screaming about her lost item. When she finally reached the Slytherin table, she plopped herself down, still staring off into space.
The other Slytherin's around her shuffled a little ways from her, a little frightened of the red that was slowly spreading across her cheeks and the teeth that bit out from her mouth.
Cassie's thoughtful expression turned into an angry grimace as she realized that there was a chance she'd never ever see the figurine again.
She roughly grabbed a large chicken leg and tore at it like a furious tiger; pieces of it hanging from the corner of her mouth a she savagely tore through it.
The girl across from her, a snobbish looking fourth year, turned her already upturned nose at her, giving her a disgusted look that clearly stated: "How unladylike."
Cassie looked up at her and roared lightly, chicken flinging from her open mouth.
The girl's eyes widened and she ran off to another end of the table.
With an ironic grunt, she swallowed the last of her chicken, thinking that these sort of outbursts were probably why she had a very minimal amount of friends.
A/N: Well, here's the fifth chapter!
Here we get to learn a little about Cassie's home life.
Don't worry; Tommykinz is in the next chapter. XD
AND PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU THINK IT'S TOO RANDOM...CAUSE I THINK IT IS... ; 3 ;
Well, no wonder, Quoi. You have nothing planned and your just writing as you go!
Shut up, conscience. Nobody likes you.
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