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:
"Cassidy," Hermione spoke in a worried tone, "I don't think this is a good idea."
I sent her a look over my shoulder, the sun blazing into my eyes for a slight moment.
"It's fine, Mione," I shrugged it off, "What can go wrong? I've studied and read all of the instructions."
Hermione shook her head slightly and I gripped my wand tighter, afraid that I might drop it from the sweat in my hands. The summer heat was crashing down on us with terrible intensity.
"You can splinch! Are you crazy!?" Hermione exclaimed.
I sent a look around us even though no one could have heard seeing as we were in a small forest across the park near Hermione's house.
"Mione," I sighed, "I'm only going to apparate a yard away."
She sent me a look that I knew was a silent scolding. I tilted my neck to the side, stretching it as I prepared myself for the spell.
Surely, I couldn't do it wrong, right?
Over the summer, I had grown quite accustomed to learning more advanced skills. This was just another one...right?
I let out a breath and repeated the 3 D's in my head. I stood behind a small trig on the floor and Hermione stood a little less than a yard away.
If I did this correctly, I should apparate behind her.
Shutting my eyes, I felt my insides squirm slightly before I opened my eyes again.
The sun hit my eyes through the crown of trees first. Hermione turned and gasped, a wide smile coming to her face.
"Oh, thank goodness," she muttered, throwing her arms over my shoulders and hugging me.
I smiled, very proud to have done it myself too.
Hermione then pushed away from me with her shoulders and hit me in my arm.
"Ow! What the fu-?!"
"Cassidy Eva Winters," She hissed, "You are to never worry me that much again!"
"Okay, okay! I promise!" I yelped, massaging the place on my arm where she striked me.
Hermione huffed and let her arms hang at her sides. She let out a small praise, "That was a nonverbal spell."
My lips twitched as her appreciation for my ability to adapt to magic so easily overtook her anger with me.
"Yeah," I smiled, "It was."
Hermione let out a breath through her nose, a silent laugh, before hooking her arm through mine.
"Let's go home," she stated, "Mum has spinach ravioli prepared for dinner."
