"I've spent all of the love I saved.
We were always a losing game."
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She's a Gryffindor. He's a Slytherin.
She's a Weasley. He's a Malfoy.
She's sweet. He's a bully.
She's dangerous. He's dangerous.
She likes him. He likes he...
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Flying lessons were the one thing that excited Cassie the most; as a child, she had constantly stolen her brother's brooms so that she and Ginny could practice. Joining the Quidditch Team wasn't something that appealed to her but she loved the freedom that accompanied flying.
"Good afternoon, class." Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, greeted.
"Good afternoon, Madam Hooch." The class responded in unison.
"Everyone step up to the left side of your broom. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, up!" Madam Hooch instructed.
"Up!" The class chanted.
Harry and Cassie's hands were grasping their brooms the instant the word had left their mouths. Unfortunately, so was Draco's, which caused him to sport a smug grin. Hermione wasn't having much luck, and her tone made it sound as if she was scolding the broom.
"Up!" Ron practically yelled.
The broom flew up and whacked him straight in the face. Snorts and giggles came from his best friend and twin, but when he told them to shut up, they just laughed harder.
"Once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end."
Cassie tried not to laugh at Hooch's phrasing and she noticed a couple other students were containing their laughter as well.
Once her whistle had been blown, Neville's broom started in the air but Cassie could tell, from the look of terror on his face, that he hadn't meant to. Despite her persuasion, Neville got further and further away from the ground, his flying pattern wonky due to his panic. Eventually, Neville stopped flying and landed on the floor in an awkward heap.
"Everyone is to stay on the ground whilst I take Mr Longbottom to the hospital wing. If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will be out of Hogwarts faster than they can say Quidditch. Understood?" Madam Hooch threatened before escorting Neville to get his broken wrist checked out.
"Did you see his face? Maybe if the lat lump had given this a squeeze, he would have remembered to fall on his fat arse." Malfoy chuckled, grabbing Neville's Remembrall off the ground.
"Shut up, Malfoy." Cassie spat, taking a step towards the blond.
Climbing onto his broom to get away from the small girl with the fiery temper, Malfoy soared above the class, Remembrall in hand. Like the idiot he is, Harry ignored Hermione's warnings and took off after Malfoy. Throwing the Remembrall in the air, Draco smirked at what he thought was victory.
Luckily, Harry caught it in time. However, the burst of pride Harry felt was quickly deflated when McGonagall dragged him away.
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"I can't believe you made the team. That's extraordinary! I'm so proud of you!" Cassie squealed, bashing her shoulder against Harry's in pride. "First years never make the team! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in-"
"A century. According to McGonagall." Harry finished.
After the other set of Weasley twins had offered their congratulations (and scared Harry), the trio wandered out into the courtyard.
"I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?" Harry fretted.
"You won't make a fool of yourself." Hermione interrupted, joining the three of them on their walk. "It's in your blood."
Taking them to the Trophy Room, Hermione proved that it was in Harry's blood by showing them a trophy that showed that James Potter used to be the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. Staring at the trophy, Cassie felt as if some small part of her already knew that.
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Due to moving staircases, the four young Gryffindors found themselves hiding from Filch. On the third floor corridor.
"Alohomora." Hermione used the unlocking spell so that the quartet could escape into the locked room, to hide from the janitor.
"Alohomora?" Ron questioned.
"Standard Book of Spells, Chapter 7." Hermione stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hermione, I know the spell but it's a little worrying that you know which book and chapter it's from." Cassie gave her friend a weird look.
"Filch is gone." Hermione stated after two minutes.
"Probably thinks this door is locked." Ron commented.
"It was locked, Ronald." Cassie rolled her eyes, a regular occurence whenever her brother opened his mouth.
"And for good reason." Harry's voice trembled a little bit.
Turning around, the other three noticed a giant, three headed dog was staring at them. Letting out loud screams, the quartet ran out the door and slammed it shut behind them; trapping the vicious dog in.
"I am never going anywhere with you three again." Cassie mumbled in shock, wandering in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.
