As far as she was concerned, there was nothing special about Cassidy Winters. She's simply a girl who drinks far too much coffee than she would like to admit and reads books to escape her life as an unwanted orphan. Then, when she appears in a world...
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Cassidy's POV:
As the doors to the elevator had opened after Ron had to leave, the one and only Umbitch stood before us, two wizards in navy blue robes behind her. She held her clipboard to her chest while she stood in her petite pink, horrid, clothes.
She looked me dead in the eyes, her sweet smile turning into an expression of disgust and anger. She spoke in a voice that I never thought I would hear again, "Mrs. Cattermole!"
Oh, shit...
I'm Mrs. Cattermole?! Out of all the people they could have chosen, I happen to be the one that is being questioned. Fuck this sh-
"You are late! You are aware that all muggle-borns are being brought into questioning for the Ministry, yes?"
"Yes-"
"Seize her!" She demanded, the two men in navy robes waved their wands, creating restraints from my hands and taking my wand from within the robe I was wearing. They each took my arm roughly as if afraid I would run away.
"Ten people today and one of them the wife of a Ministry employee! Tut, tut... even here, in the heart of the Ministry!" Umbitch stepped into the lift beside Hermione. "Mafalda, Travers sent you, did he?"
"Y-yes," squeaked Hermione.
"You'll do perfectly well. We'll go straight down, Mafalda, you'll find everything you need in the courtroom. Good morning, Albert, aren't you getting out?"
"Yes, of course," said Harry in Runcorn's deep voice.
Harry stepped out of the lift and I remained calm even though I wanted to toast this pink toad as though there was no tomorrow.
"Aren't you excited?" Umbridge asked Hermione.
Hermione nodded with a fake smile though she looked like she wanted to throw up.
"And you," Umbridge turned to me. "Will be our first person to get interviewed for your tardiness!"
I refrained from rolling my eyes and gave her a tight-lipped smile. The golden doors opened once more and I felt an overwhelming sense of sadness wash over me. I felt myself being pushed out of the lift and I walked forward, a cold smashing into me.
Dementors.
The dark passage outside the courtrooms was packed with tall, black-hooded figures, their faces completely hidden, their ragged breathing the only sound in the place. The petrified Muggle-borns brought in for questioning sat huddled and shivering on hard wooden benches.
'They'll be out soon,' I told myself. That's why we're here in the second place, first place obviously being because of that locket around pink bitch's fat neck-
