Legendary_Pokegirl
~Change the World~
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- Daydreaming of what tommorow shall bring...
- Seen Feb 25, 2005
OCC: How about the day before the holiday starts, you dont want to go to fast. Its about December already at Hogwarts.
Skye said:Cassidy awoke slowly, lifting her eyelids with great care. She was very tired, but the ray of sun that lay on her face would not end its persistant nudging. She rolled out of bed abd padded into the bathroom to take a shower. She scrubbed herself down, feeling icky, like she had been running through mud puddles all yesterday. The deep scar on her side was a little stingy, but she didn't think about it too much.
She dressed quickly, pulling her uniform on with great percision. She combed her wet hair out briskly, pulling the comb through knots with little effort. When that was all accomplished, she glanced in the mirror, ready to sigh with dissatisfaction. The fact that she would never be one of those ultra-beautiful supermodel girls never really bothered her, but she was never satisfied with the way she looked. Her messy hair, always in her face. She hid behind it, afraid to show herself to the world. She knew this, and still, she did nothing to correct her insecurity. For all the martial arts training she had endured, she still lacked the confidence she needed to come out of her shell.
Pushing the thoughts away, she walked past the mirror, grabbing her books absently and heading down to breakfast. She yawned, and set her things beneath her seat at the table. A bowl of oatmeal and a cup of lemon tea appeared before her, and she gulped it down quickly. With a few minutes to spare before Herbology, she waited to see if anyone would come down with news of the Quiddich tryouts.
***
Andrew rolled out of bed lazily, but as soon as he was up, her ran around like mad getting ready for the day. After his shower, he dressed and geled back his light blond hair with great care, lest a strand stray too far from its desired position. He gathered his things in a rush, and went to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Hey there Andy," Randy grinned as he sat down next to him. He gestured with his fork to the Gryffindor table. "See that girl over there? She's been giving me trouble since she got here. You wanna send a hex her way or something? I heard you're pretty good at magic...let's see what you can do!"
Andrew looked along Randy's line of sight towards the Gryffindor table. There was no mistake. He was pointing towards Cassidy. Andrew grimaced, and shook his head.
"No way. She's my sister," he told him. "You don't want to mess with her."
"What are you talking about? Of course you do! She's nothing. Nothing against magic anyway. Come on, Andy!" Randy demanded, slamming his fists on the table. "It's about time you started acting like a Slytherin."
Andrew sighed, taking his wand out of his pocket. He pointed it at Cassidy, whispering a spell under his breath...
***
Cassidy felt something very wrong. She cast a look over her shoulder to the Slytherin table. Andrew had his eyes fixed on her...his wand waving....the swish....and flick!
In an instant, Cassidy had leapt up from the table, knocking the bench over, along with some suprised Griffindors. She had called her wand into its bo form and stood at the ready. Andrew's hex had missed and hit the person sitting across from her. He immediately began to sprout fur.
A roar of laughter errupted from the Slytherin table. Cassidy's face became hard and angered, and she stomped over to the table, her gaze hard as diamonds.
"Andrew!" she bellowed. She was standing over him as he sat giggling at the table. Infuriated, she promptly smacked his head with her bo. "Stay out of my face! Stay out of my life! This isn't the kind of person you are! You don't belong in the house you're in. You don't fit in at all. They're using you! And you're a weakling to go along with it!"
Fuming, she returned to the Gryffindor table, her face hot with anger. She resumed her seat at the now restore bench and ate her oatmeal grumpily.
"At least I don't have to try to be Daddy's favorite, because I can't use magic well! You always have to use your brawn to win things, and you can't even beat me there!" Andrew bellowed.
Cassidy felt tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at her bowl of half eaten oatmeal.
OOC: Christmas??? Already? How about a few days before? This post took me a while....