Avivors (AH-vi-fors); transforms the target into a bird.
Everything changes after the war.
Humming to herself, Cassiopeia began sorting up the rows and rows of chocolate in front of her. Filling up boxes after boxes and tying ribbons after ribbons, she smiled in satisfaction as she finally finished boxing them all up.
Putting the boxes in the designated glass-display racks lining up the front of her bakery, she flipped the 'CLOSE' sign to its 'OPEN' counterpart before went back to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea.
Holding the still steaming cup of tea on her right hand and with her left hand carrying Lewis's The Horse and His Boy, she slipped behind the counter and took a seat on her trustworthy stool.
Sipping her tea, she opened her book to where she last read it. It's still early--the horde of customers won't come until at least 11 AM, and Cassiopeia intended to make the most of her free time.
Many would be surprised to see how Cassiopeia leads her life now--in fact her "god-son" (quotation marks needed) Harry and his wife Ginny couldn't believe it at first when she said that she wanted to open a bakery in the Brooklyn area of New York.
He had exclaimed that it was too basic, that Cassiopeia would get bored after a few days, and that that is a waste of her healing talent, et cetera et cetera.
He wasn't the only one. Most of her old colleagues--if they were still alive, that's it-- seemingly to all agree that opening a bakery is a stupid move. She should have just settle as a Head Healer in St. Mungo, met a nice fellow, and marry.
In fact, the only person who seemed unbothered by her decision is only Newt Scamander, an old friend. She had a feeling that even if Henry and Abraxas were still alive, they would have made gurgling noises at the back of their throat, a tell-tale sign when they disagree with something.
But the truth is, after the war, Cassiopeia couldn't even heal somebody without feeling sick to her stomach. Memories of bodies and how many Muggles she could have saved would always made her hands trembled.
Before the war ended--just shortly--MACUSA's Rappaport's Law was in full force and the segregation between witches and No-Majs (as MACUSA calls it) became more prominent.
Healers are no longer allowed to heal non-magical beings--different SOP or not--and was forced to turn a blind eye whenever they see injured Muggles.
Healers that are caught healing Muggles faces harsh punishments. Cassiopeia had helped muggles twice--and MACUSA punished her with spells and threatened to have her wand-permit and healing licenses revoked.
The worst part of it all was that the Ministry couldn't do anything at that time--because even though she and numerous other healers aren't of American nationalities, they worked in MACUSA's jurisdiction.
Feeling that it was too much, Cassiopeia requested a leave and was stationed at St. Mungo. Even in England, in her good old neighborhood, things have changed considerably. Many--including her family, and most pure-blooded families--had all sworn their loyalties to Grindelwald, and when the First Wizarding War broke, Cassiopeia had seen her fair share of blood and spells.
After the First Wizarding War, Henry retreated to his safe haven--the Potter Manor--and she attended the christening and was named the godmother of his son Fleamont and later his grandson James.
Alphard, the oldest one from the three siblings, went and became an Auror, an odd but fitting job for him because he had always have a strong moral compass.
Abraxas later went on and sworn his loyalty to Voldemort, his view as a wizard supremacist unchanged, and her brother Orion took after him.
Gone were the sneaky and cheeky boys, replaced by the sour-faced and sour-mouthed wizard supremacists.
After Orion disowned his own kid Sirius for not seeing eye to eye on his wizarding supremacists view, Cassiopeia took in the poor boy over the summers before he went to live with James, Henry Potter's grandson because Cassiopeia was then again stationed in a foreign land--in this case Vienna--to help heal a serious outbreak of vampire bites.
She left a quite handsome amount of gold to her disowned nephew, which leads to her own removal from the family tapestry. Sirius had apologized profusely via letters, but Cassiopeia had always dismissed his apologies, replying only with, "if they chose to disown me, that's their loss and it's for my own good," and after a while the poor boy stopped apologizing.
When Alphard died leaving a chamber of golds and treasures for his disowned sister and nephew Cassiopeia and Sirius, his name, too, was removed from the family tapestry and the whole family refused to attend his burial. His burial was only attended by Cassiopeia and Sirius, both crying uncontrollably.
When James Potter died and Sirius was convicted of a crime she knew he didn't commit, Cassiopeia fought hard but still lost his case. The boy cried on her arms the night he was sent to Azkaban, and Cassiopeia swore on her life that she wouldn't let him die there.
She fought for his case and collecting evidences, but after one morning with a visit from a certain black-dog, she focused her attention to Harry, James Potter's thirteen year old son.
When Sirius died and the Second Wizarding War broke, the weight of being Harry's godparent fell on her shoulder. His muggle family didn't even care at all--in fact, they seemed relieved that she is willing to take the child.
Cassiopeia continued to work in St. Mungo even after the Second War ended, and she cried in happiness when Harry married Ginny Weasley.
After a short family trip to the muggle-side of London, Cassiopeia found that she couldn't, for the love of Merlin, heal somebody without feeling guilty for not saving the lives of muggles years ago.
With that in mind, she quit her job as a healer and decided to heal muggles with other source of healing--foods, more specifically sweets.
Molly Weasley was more than eager to teach her recipes, and Cassiopeia felt that she had to open her bakery in America, the very place she had turned a blind eye to injured muggles.
That had been three years ago, and Cassiopeia was startled from her reverie (and reading activity) when the bell on the door jingles, signaling the arrival of a customer.
Stealing a peek at her wrist-watch, she frowned when she saw the hands of the clock. It's only nine-thirty. It's rare for a customer to crave for sweets at such an awkwardly timed hour--you are either part of the breakfast batch that filled the shop at 8, craving for scones and coffee, or you are a part of the lazy batch that came after eleven, craving sweet drinks and sweet treats.
She looked up, a warm smile on her face as she puts down her book. The man had his back turned on her, examining the broom-shaped slices of carrot cake.
She cleared her throat. "Can I help you?"
"Ah, yes, Ma'am. I... have never come here before. Can you recommend me something good?" The man spun around, and Cassiopeia was startled by how blue his eyes are.
The man seemed to be startled too, because he crossed the room in two long strides before opening his mouth in surprise. "Cassiopeia?"
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Fanfiction"What makes a woman your age work in the army?" "Well, let me ask you back--What have you done for your country?" In which a young woman with a mad magic power and a smart brain named Cassiopeia went against everything her family had told her and jo...
