Rumblings of my little outburst after tryouts traveled quickly throughout the corridors of Hogwarts. Unsurprisingly, rumblings about my performance (you know, that time when I beat the guys?) had not traveled through the school. Also, Potter’s little outburst had somehow turned into him speaking to me calmly or, the most extreme and headache inducing rumor, him saving my life.
So, take your pick – I was either pegged as the bitter, unskilled girl who was crying because she could not make the team or the psycho groupie that tried out as an elaborate plot to date any and all members of the team.
I’m still trying to decide which one I like better.
Life was stellar.
A walk in the park.
A bowl of ice cream topped with everybody-hates-Cassie sunshine.
“I heard she attacked him,” Gossip Gracie fake-whispered to Mandy from across our dorm room. She was popping her gum in the most annoying way possible and the sound of her grating giggle made me want to jump out of the 7th story window.
“Really? I hear he saved her as she tumbled to the ground and she just went off on him afterward,” Mandy responded not even pretending to whisper as I felt her icy gaze on me.
“Please be ruder!” Ama, my dear (sometimes hot-headed) Latina best friend, shouted at them from her spot right next to me on my bed.
I flipped to the next page of my Quidditch Weekly magazine and smiled when I saw that Angelina Johnson-Weasley, Freddie’s mum, had written a guest column about Surviving the Quidditch World. “How apt,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?” Ama said turning her head toward me. “Did you just say ‘we should beat them up’?” she asked harshly and too loudly.
On cue, Mandy and Gracie ran out of the room muttering about cartels and drug wars while Ama smirked.
“They don’t actually believe that your family has cartel connections, do they?” I asked quirking an eyebrow and looking at Ama.
Ama shrugged flippantly. “Maybe,” she said slowly.
“That’s racist!” I said sitting up quickly and staring down the door.
“Well,” Ama started, looking way too proud of herself. “I may have dropped not-so-subtle hints about my family’s connections to ‘The Cartel,’” she said using air quotes around “The Cartel.”
I tilted my head and stared at Ama for a few moments as she admired her nails. “Ama!” I snapped.
“Hmm?” she asked looking up at me.
“Your family does not have connections to any cartel,” I said slowly, enunciating each word.
“I know,” she responded. “But look how fast they ran away,” she said motioning toward the door.
“You’re supposed to be my non-crazy friend, Ama!”
Ama made a face before frowning. “That’s boring.”
I rolled my eyes and started to read my magazine again.
“What’s going on with you?” Ama asked slowly with clear concern in her voice.
“Nothing,” I muttered flipping a glossy page.
I heard Ama gasp as I stared down at an advertisement with Oliver Wood Sr. winking and nodding at me. “You’re freaking out aren’t you? You’re actually freaking out.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m fine,” I muttered flipping to the next page while gnawing on my lip.
“You have levels of freaking out.”
“No, I don’t,” I said flipping to another page not really taking in what I was reading.
“If it’s a level one freak out, you rant and you say stupid things.”
“If it’s a level two freak out, you claim you’re fine but you get a little snippy, snappy and the insults are a little biting...”
I sighed loudly cutting her off. “You’ve put a lot of thought into this, huh?”
She paused briefly but that didn’t stop her psychoanalysis.
“If it’s level three, you get kinda quiet about what’s going on in your life and, again, you say everything’s fine...”
“I am fine.”
“And you allow annoying bitches like Gracie and Mandy to talk shit about you. Are you really worried about what happened at tryouts? I didn’t realize you were...”
I huffed cutting her off and set my magazine down. “My Grandfather hasn’t answered my letter,” I revealed my mouth suddenly feeling dry.
Ama’s face instantly softened. “Maybe he’s just trying to figure out what to say?” she suggested with a facial expression that told me she, herself, doubted what she was saying.
I gnawed on my lip and stared into space a little. “I’m worried because Addie got her allowance a couple of days ago ... and I didn’t,” I explained feeling out of breath. “Do you think he’d really cut me off?” I asked trying to keep my tone even.
Ama flared her nose as she looked at my hand. I looked down realizing I was biting my nails. I gave her a look that said – seriously, you’re judging me right now for biting my nails?
She shook her head while clearly swallowing the cheeky comment on the tip of her tongue. “Sorry,” she muttered. “No matter what happens, you know you always have me and Josh, right? For any kind of support necessary,” she said giving me a meaningful look.
I nodded my head and forced a smile ignoring a wave of queasiness that washed over me. “Thank you, Ama. I know you-all are always there for me,” I responded giving her a side hug.
She smiled back and shrugged. “That’s what friends are for. What do you think of my nails today? I’ve painted them ‘Aim to Misbehave,’” she said while pursing her lips and wiggling her nails as she observed her work.
I laughed and nodded my head in approval of Ama’s bright yellow nails.
I adjusted my eyeglasses and continued to stare at the same sentence about the science behind the magic of transforming objects into animals. Madam Pince took pity on me (aka she got tired of the not-so-hushed whispers that followed me everywhere I went) and allowed me to study in a secluded corner of the Restricted Section.
I yawned feeling like I could nap on the oak table in an instant. Would that make me the ultimate nerd, I wondered. Sleeping in the library. Would the few people who chose to associate with me, stop talking to me? Could I live with myself if I stooped so low as to actually fall asleep in such a public...
“Hey,” I heard someone saying in a frustrated tone while the chair across from me screeched. I jumped and looked up.
Rose Weasley sighed loudly and played with a strand of her hair as she stared at me expectantly.
I arched an eyebrow as she sighed again. “Hi, Rose,” I said apprehensively. “How did you get back here?” I said looking around confirming that I was still in the Restricted Section.
“I need your help,” she said getting to the point and ignoring my question.
I looked at her confused as she fidgeted with her hair some more. “Rose, what could I possibly help you with?” I asked not trying to sound rude but genuinely curious.
“Scorpius,” she responded.
I waited for her to explain or offer any guidance whatsoever but her eyes just stared at me as if stating “Scorpius” was somehow an adequate explanation in any universe.
“What about Scorpius?” I asked slowly looking around to make sure I really wasn’t missing something obvious like Scorpius dangling from a bookshelf or stuck on a ladder or something just as odd.
Rose sighed once again and stared at the table for a couple of seconds. “Well,” she stated while swallowing hard. “We-almost-kissed-and-of-course he-freaked-out,” she whispered quickly getting it all out in one breath with an eye roll. “And-and-then he broke up with Char so-of-course-I-was-kinda-happy. I mean, poor girl-but-still-she’s kind of a bitch--but now-he won’t-talk to-me at all.”
I frowned slightly surprised that I was able to understand all the words coming out of her mouth. I mulled it over in my head for a few seconds. “What makes you think I can help with this?” I asked still confused.
She scoffed. “Well, don’t you and James have a thing?”
My mouth dropped open. It felt like I couldn’t breath for a second. “Wha--?”
“And then you and Freddie hooked up too, right?”
I gasped and looked around wondering if this was all some sick joke being played on me by Ama and Josh. Freddie too maybe?
“And then you also have that Veela thing going for you,” she said as she looked into space and counted her list off on her fingers completely oblivious to my mental and emotional breakdown. “And then there’s also you and McLaggen…”
Okay. Time to draw the line at STD-infested troll, McButt face.
“Stop,” I finally hissed. I took off my glasses and rubbed my temples. “Okay, so, no, no to all of that. No. Ugh. No. No. No. No. No. McLaggen and I are… just… no… ugh. Yuck. Gross. I didn’t even know that was a rumor! And your cousins and I have and had nothing. In fact, I’m pretty sure James hates my guts. He called me a nobody.”
She frowned looking oddly disappointed at my lack of sexual experience with her cousins. “But, what about the Veela thing? You have to know how to flirt with guys and stuff,” she urged waving her arms around.
I let out a laugh while shaking my head. “I don’t think being a Veela works for everyone. I don’t know how to flirt, I’ve never been kissed, and I’m a generally awkward Witch,” I said shrugging carelessly at the state of my love life.
Rose’s face slowly went from curious to shock to absolutely horrified. “You haven’t kissed anyone? Anyone?” she asked a little out of breath.
“No,” I muttered feeling my cheeks burn under Rose’s assaulting gaze.
“Really?” Rose asked incredulously as she squinted at me as if she were trying to figure out if something was wrong with me. “Anyone? Like no one? No one at all? Like... anyone?”
I groaned feeling way more embarrassed than I needed to about my non-existent, perfectly fine love life. PERFECTLY FINE. “Rose, why don’t you try giving Scorpius some space? You two have been close friends for a while. I’m sure he’ll approach you when he’s ready,” I advised veering from the topic of... me.
Rose puckered her lips at my words. She stared off into space for a little while. “Umm, okay. I can do that,” she agreed letting out a heavy sigh as her shoulders slumped. For the first time during our conversation, I noticed that her eyes looked slightly red and puffy. Her nails looked half-bitten and her hair looked a little matted.
I bit down on my lip not really knowing how to handle this situation. I knew a trip to the Kitchens dramatically lifted Josh’s spirits and I knew sappy love songs usually made Ama smile when she was down but I honestly didn’t know Rose that well. “I’m sorry, Rose,” I offered not really knowing how to make her feel better.
She gave me a small smile. “Thanks,” she responded before looking down at the table and drawing circles with her finger onto the wood. “It’d be nice to have my best friend back,” she stated quietly.
“You’ll have him back soon,” I assured while nodding my head hoping it was true.
She smiled back at me again but it slowly turned into a huge smirk. “Have you really kissed no one?”
“So,” I said while dishing some mashed potatoes onto my plate. “I’ve given this a lot of thought and I don’t think I want to go to the school party tonight so you two should just…”
“You’re not getting out of this one,” Josh said cutting me off while Ama shook her head. They were both narrowing their eyes at me.
“How dare you try to skip out on friendship time,” Josh hissed at me.
I made a face. “Friendship time? Are we kindergarteners?”
They continued to stare me down with similar expressions of disgust.
I groaned and waved my arms around like a small child throwing a tantrum. “People are still talking about me! And, I thought you two were supposed to be supportive of my decisions.”
Ama smiled sweetly at me but not in a nice way more in an I-will-Avada-you way. “Not when they are stupid decisions,” she said in a sing-song voice.
“You need fun. You’ve been nervous about hearing from your grandfather and then of course there’s the whole tryout debacle,” Josh said shaking his head as if he wasn’t the one that encouraged me to go out for the stupid team in the first place. “I also want to get my dance on and I need both of my betches there with me.”
I frowned feeling like I lost the argument, the fight, the battle, and the war. “But I hate people. I’m not emotionally prepared to hang out with people who aren’t my very best friends,” I whined.
My said “very best friends” laughed at me.
“We also need to pick Ama out a new man,” Josh stated with a shimmy.
“I already have a man,” Ama stated confidently.
“Why does Ama need a man?” I asked waving my fork around.
Ama shrugged as if the answer were obvious. “I’m sexually frustrated and Rickett’s going to quell my fire,” she said while shimmying in an attempt to imitate Josh.
“Shouldn’t he light your fire?” Josh asked making a face.
Ama frowned while shaking her head. “No, the fire’s lit and I need it to go out, obviously,” she said while looking at Josh like he was dumb.
“That’s not how the phrase goes,” he responded while making a face at her.
“What? Are you sure?”
Josh gave Ama the most exaggerated eye roll he could muster. “Are you really challenging me on sayings? You thought ‘for all intents and purposes’ was ‘for all intensive purposes.’”
I nodded my head remembering the Great Intensive Argument of Third Year.
“You also thought ‘I could not care less’ was ‘I could care less’ which doesn’t make a lot of sense,” I mused thinking about the Careless Argument of Fourth Year.
“Remember when you thought ‘once in a blue moon’ was ‘once in a full moon,’” Josh said shaking his head fondly at Ama.
“I will kill both of you,” she bit back. “None of your stupid idioms make sense. What is a blue moon? What is that? And, I’m foreign you shouldn’t be making fun of me for these things,” she said giving us an exaggerated frown.
Josh rolled his eyes right back. “We are helping you dear?” he said while patting her on her hand as if she were some poor lost child.
“Well tonight, Rickett’s going to put out my fire,” she said sticking her tongue out at us.
I shook my head. “Josh is right about the intelligence thing, Ama, I heard Rickett talking in the corridors yesterday. He thinks Venomous Tentacula is a disease.”
Josh scoffed and wrinkled his nose. “See?”
“Herbology can be… difficult sometimes,” Ama said with a frown on her face. “What does that have to do with putting out fires?”
“What about Levi Jordan?” Josh asked. “I heard a rumor he likes you.”
“Wrelly?” I said with a mouth full of mashed potatoes
“Chew, swallow, then talk,” Josh demanded with a slightly disgusted look on his face.
I narrowed my eyes at Josh but still swallowed. “Ama, he’s so cute!” Levi had big brown eyes, short black hair, and mocha brown skin. He was tall and slightly muscular. He was also a genius. In class, it would seem like he wasn’t paying attention but then when the Professors called on him, he immediately knew the answers.
Ama bit her lip and thought for a beat. “But I like Rickett,” she whined.
“Have you spoken to him? Like actually talked to him?” Josh pressed.
“I don’t need to, we can communicate without words,” Ama stated with a smug look on her face.
“What is with people and communicating through facial expressions?!”
“Is that honestly what you’re wearing?” Ama asked me.
I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with a green flowy tank top and black booties.
“You’re lucky I’m not showing up in sweatpants,” I responded. “I think I’m old enough and comfortable enough with myself to do that,” I mused thinking about where my sweatpants were.
Ama frowned at me as her eyebrows rose with disapproval. “Where did I go wrong with you?” she muttered. Ama of course looked amazing in a little black dress that she paired with gold strappy high heels. She had painted her nails three times before finally deciding on, “ole caliente.” Red-orange in case you cared. But honestly, why would you care?
“Let's go,” Ama demanded jumping up and down.
We met up with Josh in the Common Room and then made our way down to the Entrance Hall. The ceiling had been charmed to reflect the night sky and there were floating and sparkling white globes everywhere. There were a lot of students dancing on the dance floor, which actually looked like they were just knocking into each other. Frank Thomas was at the front of the dance floor pretending to DJ. He had it set up to look like he was “spinning discs” but upon closer inspection he was playing songs using a charmed WizPod.
Josh and Ama excitedly made a beeline for the dance floor. This was the perfect opportunity for me to head to one of the bars near the walls. I failed miserably at convincing Professor Patel that I was seventeen so I had to settle for a non-alcoholic drink.
As I drank the non-alcoholic butterbeer, I was absolutely enthralled by Rose Weasley snogging in the corner with some brunette guy I did not recognize. Instead of snogging it looked like they were trying to eat each other. Devour each other. I groaned as I spotted Scorpius not too far away looking ready to Avada the guy, bring him back to life, Crucio the guy, and then Avada him again.
For the record, this was not what I meant by “space.” Not what I meant. At. All.
I smiled upon hearing the signature Nott female I’m-so-disgusted-with-you tone. “Agreed, Addie, agreed.” I turned toward my sister who was nursing her own butterbeer. I eyed it wondering if she’d give me her alcoholic one.
She looked awesome in a red maxi dress with her hair in a chignon. She smirked at me. “You look cute!”
I rolled my eyes at her. “Please try not to sound so surprised,” I deadpanned.
She squeezed one of my cheeks. “Is mah wittle sistah gwowin’ up?” she asked in a baby voice.
I swatted her hand away. “Your little sister is about to tackle you if you squeeze her cheeks again.”
She arched an eyebrow at me but then looked at me seriously. “Did he respond?”
I sighed while my shoulders slumped back against the wall. “Nope.”
She bit her lower lip and looked like she wanted to say something.
“Hey!” I looked over to see Lily Potter in a light pink baby doll dress.
I smiled. “Hi, Lily! Have you met my sister, Addie?” Addie gave her a polite smile and greeting but quickly made an excuse to leave and return to her friends.
“Having fun?” Lily asked me while bobbing her head to the music.
“Not really, I’m not really a party person,” I admitted while looking around the Hall.
“Why’s that?” a much deeper voice said to my left. I turned my head to see Al Potter running a hand through his already messy hair.
“Oh, um, I hate people, meeting them, interacting with them, I hate it,” I said before taking a quick swig of my butterbeer.
Al and Lily looked at each other with odd expressions on their faces like they were communicating telepathically. They then started laughing.
“Good… one,” Lily said between her giggles.
“Yea… you’re funny,” Al added giving me a creepy wink.
“Ha, yea, funny,” I replied lamely before taking another swig of butterbeer.
“Merlin,” Lily stated with a grim expression on her face. “Are they actually together? Did they match on purpose?” I followed her gaze to her other brother, James, sucking face with Mimi. Of course, he had to look annoyingly good in a red t-shirt showing off his broad shoulders and toned arms. My stomach felt tight as I watched James give Mimi’s arse a small squeeze through the tight fabric of her red sequin dress.
“Oh please no, say it ain’t so,” Al added looking horrified. “What happened to Pia?”
“It is so,” said another voice. I looked over to see Freddie with an uncharacteristic frown on his face as he also watched Mimi and James. “And Pia and James or ‘Jia’ do what they always do,” he muttered.
“You guys don’t like Mimi?” They all snapped their heads to look at me like I had just asked a more ridiculous question than “Who is Harry Potter?”
“Right…” I said slowly taking another swing of butterbeer.
Before I could discretely ask who Pia was, Josh’s face popped up from seemingly nowhere with a mischievous and Cheshire cat like grin on his face. I tilted my head amazed at how truly horrifying my best friend could be.
“AH!” Lily jumped throwing her butterbeer in the air obviously startled by Josh’s super creepy entrance into our conversation. I quickly bent down and caught the butterbeer before it fell on the ground and offered it back to Lily.
She stared at me with her mouth open for a couple of seconds. “Whoa, how did you not make Seeker?”
Freddie shifted uncomfortably as he frowned. I shrugged my shoulders trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I only tried out to get a date with the entire team,” I joked with a harsh laugh.
Lily and Al laughed along as Freddie gave me a sad smile.
Josh started hip thrusting and then moonwalking as the beat of “Billie Jean” started blaring through the speakers. “We aren’t here to talk about how much you suck at Quidditch!” he admonished me. “She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene,” he serenaded me sufficiently making my face heat up. I was certain my face was a lovely bright red color.
Before I could tell my best friend that I would rather spend my time in the Forbidden Forest, alone, at night, and blindfolded, James Potter had shown up with his arm draped around Mimi. Their lips were clearly swollen from kissing and James’s hair looked messier than normal. I immediately felt like vomiting.
“What is she doing hanging out with you lot?” she spat with an undeniable tone of animosity while scowling at me. James was staring straight ahead but not really looking at me, he was looking somewhere above my head. Freddie, Al, and Lily all made different disapproving facial expressions not so discreetly.
Josh, not to be distracted from Michael Jackson did an impressive spin as the “DJ” did an unimpressive and static-filled transition to “Beat It.” Josh then yelled like a hyena and grabbed his crouch in a poor man’s impression of MJ.
Freddie, being Freddie, decided to join in and started singing “BEAT IT!” at the top of his lungs in a chalkboard grinding falsetto voice. Al started playing the air guitar... poorly (in case you were wondering).
Lily looked scarred.
I hate my friends.
James’s face broke out in a heartbreaking and distracting smile as he looked at his family members.
Mimi stepped closer to me turning my attention away from James. “Why are you still here?” she asked me in a low voice.
I was about to open my mouth to tell her that I could stand wherever I damn well pleased when Josh held a hand out to me and gave me a pointed look.
“Shut up and dance with me!”
I sighed. “I guess this is happening,” I replied as I took his hand.
“Why did you try out if you knew you weren’t going to make it?”
I was staring out at the Great Lake as the sun slowly descended. There was still a sliver of light peaking out from the sky. The last rays of the day danced on the water making parts of the surface look as if it were made of glittering small diamonds.
I dragged my hands along the blades of grass feeling for and picking up a small smooth rock. I tossed the rock into the lake hoping to see it skip across but I frowned as it plunked gracelessly into the water.
Grayson made a noise that sounded like a horse neighing. In between those grunts, he snorted loudly. I quickly looked over at Grayson trying to remember the first-aid spells in my repertoire expecting him to be severely hurt or dying.
But, he had a large open mouth smile on his face as he looked at me.
I gasped silently trying to keep my facial expression under control. Grayson was... laughing?
“That...was...a... terrible throw,” he said in between his chuckles of laughter/neighing.
I started laughing too. Much more normally by the way. I honestly couldn’t tell you if I was laughing at my terrible throw or laughing at Grayson’s ridiculous laugh. Either way, by the time I sobered up, my cheeks hurt from laughing so hard.
I exhaled blowing on my hands a little bit to warm myself up. “Maybe I was in denial and, Ama and Josh were telling me I could do it. Then I won the first trial and I got excited. Then the second trial, I was like holy Merlin I might actually make the team... but then I don’t know I guess I knew the guys would prefer... and I guess... I don’t know,” I trailed off trying to answer his question.
Grayson was smiling at me sympathetically. “It’s definitely not you,” he assured me. “I mean, a lot of times the school teams pick players from the Reserve Teams, right?” he asked trying to make me feel better.
“Right, I mean, I don’t know, I guess you know what you’re getting with a reserve player. All the professional teams do it too. It’s why Oliver Wood was on PU Reserves for 4 years, I mean Malcolm Preece was on Cannons Reserves for 6 whole years... and then...”
“Cass,” Grayson said interrupting me.
I looked down at him realizing that I had gotten up and started pacing.
Grayson looked up at me and gave me a smile. “I really don’t know the people you’re talking about,” he admitted. “I’m not a big pro-Quidditch fan,” he added while scratching his head.
I sat down next to Grayson looking at him while I pulled at the grass again. “I was right, right to yell at Potter? I mean, there are no girls on the team, which is ridiculous. And girls don’t even try out. Potter is so hypocritical,” I added nose flaring. “His mum is a freakin’ Quidditch legend, a Quidditch goddess.”
Grayson didn’t say anything for a while and looked out at the lake. I noticed that he really liked to formulate his thoughts before saying anything. I could see his mind working as his jaw clicked and his eyes narrowed and widened periodically. We had been running together almost every day this week. Usually, we would come out of the Castle around the same time, exchange pleasantries, and then run silently before going our separate ways. Tonight, Grayson sat down by the lake at the end of our run and for some reason I felt the urge to sit next to him.
“Do you think you proved your point?” he asked me after a long silence.
My eyebrows knitted together not really knowing what he was getting at. “What do you mean?”
“Well, people are saying that you tried out as an elaborate scheme to date half the team. I only know about what really happened because you told me. Was it worth it?”
I pursed my lips and thought about how happy I was to have beaten Potter’s first choice pick for the team. I also felt oddly brave and smug thinking about yelling at Potter about how his Cup aspirations would be a shitshow (even if not entirely true). “Even knowing the outcome of the tryouts now, I think I would have done it again,” I said gaining my confidence back again. “Obviously I could do without the rumors.”
Grayson looked back out at the lake and hmm-ed.
“What?” I said whirling my head around not even trying to hide my annoyance.
“I didn’t say anything,” Grayson responded quickly putting his hands up in surrender while widening his eyes.
“You hmm-ed,” I accused pointing an accusatory finger emphasizing my... accusation.
“I... what?” he asked giving me a bewildered expression.
“You hmm-ed,” I said jabbing my finger at the air in his direction. “It was one of those annoying hmm’s of disapproval Grandmother Nott gives me when I pick up the salad fork instead of the fish fork. ‘Oh, the humanity,’ she drawls with a large frown on her face. Because eating salmon with a 6-inch fork rather than a 7-inch fork is apparently some sort of crime against humanity!”
Grayson’s mouth fell open as he listened to me rant.
“I just want to point out, for the record, ‘Oh, the humanity!’ was made famous by a reporter who yelled it in reaction to an airship bursting into flames killing 36 people. So, according to my grandmother using the wrong fork is the same as a historic tragedy! It’s the same as 36 people dying!”
He stared at my finger like it was some sort of weapon that could murder him and his entire family. “I was just thinking that we are really different,” he stated slowly while still eyeing my finger with clear trepidation etched all over his face.
I dropped my finger. “Oh.”
Grayson seemed to relax now that I wasn’t threatening him with my killer finger. “I guess my motto here has always been to lie low and not make waves. Don’t upset anyone. Don’t draw attention to myself. You seem to be doing the opposite,” he said while shrugging his shoulders.
“Not on purpose,” I defended myself while brushing the grass blades off of my shorts.
Grayson just smiled and shrugged again. We sat for a couple of more minutes.
“I draw,” he suddenly said.
I looked over at him. He was looking forward with an intense expression on his face.
“You draw? That’s pretty cool,” I said nudging him.
His face softened a bit as he looked down. “So when I was younger, I drew a lot but then my father and grandfather thought I should focus my efforts on ‘important things’ like-like dueling,” he explained while I nodded my head following along.
“It’s been years, years since I’ve drawn anything,” he said picking at the grass a little. “I used to think I’d be a painter or a cartoonist. You know those moving comics on the backside of the Prophet?”
I nodded my head in response recalling some funny comics.
“Well yea, I thought about it but then never pursued it because you know, things changed and I mean, my family put the kibosh on that dream but lately I’ve just been inspired to draw again,” he said his face brightening up a little.
I smiled at him. “So, you’ve been drawing?”
“Yea, yes, I have,” he said nodding his head.
“What have you been drawing? Can I see them?”
Grayson sucked in a huge amount of air and fidgeted with his hands. “Umm...”
“Cass! CASS! CAS-SEA!”
My head jerked toward the Castle and I had to strain my eyes a little to see Freddie Weasley jogging toward us.
“Freddie?” I asked as he came closer and then stopped in front of us.
“Ca—oh hey,” Freddie said nodding toward Grayson. Freddie quirked his eyebrow and looked at me while addressing Grayson. “I’m Freddie.”
“Grayson,” Grayson said shaking Freddie’s hand.
“So, what’s going on with you two?” Freddie asked bluntly swiveling his head between Grayson and me.
Grayson started choking... on air while I rolled my eyes.
“Freddie, we were talking,” I said motioning between Grayson and me.
Freddie’s face fell and he dropped to his knees. “I need your help,” he whined.
I gave him a withering glare trying to communicate that he needed to leave but Freddie just pouted and gave me puppy dog eyes.
Grayson suddenly got up. “We’ll talk later,” he said while shrugging his shoulders but not really meeting my eyes. He jogged toward the Castle.
“So...” Freddie said in a singsong voice once Grayson was out of earshot. “Who’s that? Like, I know his name is Grayson but like who is that?” he asked giving me an exaggerated and creepy wink.
I glared at Freddie’s smug look. “I’m going to Crucio your arse!”
He went back to giving me puppy dog eyes. “I really need your help,” he said giving me an uneasy smile.
So, December 17th was Jane Austen’s birthday (Yes, I know I’m a nerd), and I usually like to read Pride & Prejudice (or Emma) but I was lazyyyy so instead I started watching the Lizzie Bennett Diaries. And holy crap how did I miss this vlog series four years ago?!? Honestly, if you’re a fan of modern adaptations of Jane Austen stories, I think you’ll enjoy this as much as I did. It’s wonderfully wonderful!
Anyways, ummm, you guys are awesome!!! Your reviews continue to be awesome and continue to make me feel awesome!!! Honestly, thank you for reading and making me smile!
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