Cassidy woke up in the hospital wing, and cursed, loudly. She clamped her hands over her mouth, and looked to see if anyone had heard.
Of course, Snape had to be there....of course he had heard her.
"Bite your tongue," he snapped. "Where did you get that cut on your side?"
"The Chimeara that attacked us during my detention," Cassidy growled back, feeling oddly very angry. She could not understand herself. "No thanks to you!"
She clamped her hands over her mouth once more, cringing at her words. Snape looked mildly suprised, and sat back in his chair. He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then got up and left without a word.
Madam Pomphrey was nowhere in sigh, so Cassidy got up and left, feeling reckless. She stormed back into Gryffindor Tower in a fit of rage. The hairs on the back of her neck began to bristle.
"This is so frustrating," she growled, as she went upstairs to wrap her Christmas presents. When the tas was accomplished, she tucked them away in her trunk once more, slamming the lid down loudly.
Storming back downstairs, she sulked in her chair by the fire. It was nearly time for Quiddich practice, and she wasn't sure if she was fit to go.
"Of course I am," she assued herself, and went back upstairs to change and get her broom.
Feeling an odd sense of frustration that was not only rare for her, but frowned upon by her father, she dashed out of the school, mounted her broom, and flew to the Quiddich field. She flew around restlessly waiting for the rest of the team to arrive.
***
Andrew returned to the Gryffindor table for dinner after changing into the Gryffindor robes he had been assigned. He felt a lot better as the stares from his new housemates dwindled, and focused his attention on Cassidy's freinds.
"Have you seen Cassidy?" he asked Berii. "I saw her storming off out of the hospital wing. It's really unlike her. Cassidy doesn't get angry...do you know if anything's going on?"