CHAPTER FIVE
a man's best friend

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     A man's best friend is his diary.

     Said no soul ever.

But Cassia rarely remembers a time where her father was not accompanied by his diary, a sturdy, leatherbound big book, so she figures the saying is true enough. The key to success is making lists, Cassia, Phoenix Greengrass had said many times before.

     And he was in Azkaban with no access or need for those lists in this moment, which is her way of justifying taking the big leatherback book from his vacant study. And because she missed him, a lot.

     And maybe because she is not quite yet ready or content with no reasoning as to why he is a Death Eater. A man's best friend is his diary, right? She'll get all the information she needs.

     The diary was the final thing she packed in her big trunk, before setting off with her family to Kings' Cross station. Nobody would notice if it was missing. Her father was in prison, her mother had her own piling duties. Surely, no one would notice the absence of a random leatherback book—

"Halt right there, my dear."

No one except Marlowe Greengrass herself. Who was Cassia kidding. Her mother, ever the eagle eye. It was no wonder she was a Ravenclaw.

     And Marlowe pressed her daughter with those blue eagle eyes, Cassia's hand on the handle of the Greengrass Manor's door, halting her from leaving. Daphne and Astoria had already taken their seats in the Ministry cars sent to them. "I heard you go into your father's study."

"I tried to be quiet," says Cassia.

"Your hands didn't help you there, Cass, you dropping the big book gave my ears all it needed to hear."

Her mother was right, and Cassia didn't know what to say for it. She wasn't sure if she was being put in trouble. Marlowe had that look, the Stern Mother.

But after a second of it, she sighs.

"Which did you take, sweetheart?"

Cassia answers, "Dad's diary."

That made her mother frown. Of all the things she could've taken... "His diary."

"Yeah..."

     "Do I need to ask why?"

     "A bit of light reading, for when term starts."

     "Don't kid me on, Cass. I know Shakespeare is not your type, but I hardly count old diaries to be either."

     Cassia sighs. "I just miss him. And I don't understand why he is a Death Eater."

     Marlowe frowns. "So you think the answer will be in his diary?"

     "A man's best friend is his diary," shrugs Cassia.

     Hand on her hip, Marlowe's expression relaxes. "Alright. I won't ask you to give it back, Cass. I know you miss your dad." She adds. "Just... I know how you can get with things sometimes. Please don't obsess over it? Your father can hold his own, I know of that. His love for us is his strength to get by. He wouldn't want you to spend your time solving mysteries. I'm sure that if he could," Here, Marlowe paused, chin tilting up  to the sky momentously as if searching for otherworldly validation. "I am sure that if he could have, then your father would have told us. We must trust his intentions."

     "Sure, Mum."

     "It kills me, you know," says Marlowe, reaching out to stroke her daughter's hairline. Auburn hair kept in neat waves save for being assaulted by the September winds.

     "What does?"

     "All of it," Marlowe breathes. "But having to stay here and resume my life, all the whilst sending you girls back to school..." She trails off, shaking her head.

     "Then why not just take us out of school? You wouldn't be the first parent to do so this year." Questioned in curiosity, not cheek.

     "Because I've realised that this home is not as safe as it once was. You're better being in Hogwarts, with your friends, that boyfriend we all adore... heavens knows you don't need anymore time to be miserable with nothing to do in here, as you girls have been all summer."

     "We've not been miserable..." Cassia denies playfully, resulting in a pointed look from her mother. "I understand, Mum. Thank you for not being afraid to send us back."

     "Oh, I am afraid, my dear," Marlowe counters with a laugh, tugging Cassia forward for a hug. Holding her close, she adds, "But I know you are protected. Not just by your teachers, but by your friends. Harry. Your sisters. Please protect each other, and know that I am right here. That I will drop anything should you even whisper you need me. You and your sisters, Theo... you are the dearest things in my life. Please watch out for each other."
    
     Marlowe saying please like that made Cassia want to shiver, because it sounded like her soul depended on it.

     Which is why when Cassia nodded, she meant every bit of it.

     "Obeshtavam." She replies, meaning I promise, an oath in her mother's native tongue.

     "Moyata dŭshterya." My daughter, whispered into her ear as they wrapped their arms around each other.

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     On arriving to Hogwarts, the older students ended up remaining on the train longer than initially anticipated. This was because each year group was being removed from the train one-by-one. Thus, Cassia's year group left second-to-last. Meaning she had to remain in that carriage an extra fifteen minutes, accompanied by Theo, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. Harry had left them during the journey to stretch his legs, and because he hadn't came back, Cassia assumed he had found his mates. Still, he hadn't came back for his bag so giving him the benefit of the doubt and hoping he had just forgotten to pick it up, she looped it over her shoulder and over her own bag as she got off the train alongside Theo.

"Who're they?" asks Theo, referencing the two adults that had accompanied Harry and his friends on the platform earlier. They lined up to enter a carriage, the redheaded man giving the pregnant woman a helping hand onto the carriage.

"That's Charlie," says Cassia, recognising the longer red hair and muscly arms from that detention she had in the Forbidden Forest, back in fourth year. "He's the second-oldest Weasley. And I think that is his girlfriend, Avery."

     Theo squints his eyes at his best friend, not even needing to ask how she knew that. "What are they doing here?"

     Cassia shrugs. "Beats me." A familiar mop of red hair coming into her sights, Cassia calls out, "Hey, Weasley!"

     Ron Weasley, who partnered Hermione Granger on their way to the carriages, turned around. "Hello."

     "Hi," says Cassia. "What's your brother and sister-in-law doing getting on the carriages?"

     "They're gonna give everyone a new academic years' pep talk."

     "Really?"

     "Of course not," Ron snorts. "They'd be shit at it."

     "What, then?"

     "Bloody hell, can't wait for a couple hours can you? Patience is a virtue, mate."

     "Patience is a virtue, mate," Cassia mimics with a scrunched nose. "Merlin, have I missed you, Weasley."

Not after he rolled his eyes, Ron asks, "Where did Harry go off to?"

Cassia's eyebrows knotted. "He went for a walk, and I assumed he came to see you both."

     Ron and Hermione share a look, and they both frown.

     Then Cassia frowned.

     Theo raised an eyebrow. "We haven't even gotten into Hogwarts, and we've already lost Potter?"

     "I'm not surprised, given the attention he has been getting left right and centre," replies Hermione.

     "He's probably been carted off the train by some third year girls." Ron glances at Cassia, "Sorry."

     Cassia rolls her eyes. "Harry knows what's good for him, he can take care of himself. Mind if we join you both on the carriage?"

    "Yes, I do mind."

     "Prick," says Cassia, stepping into the carriage.

     When the carriage had arrived at Hogwarts from Hogsmeade in the dark of night, Cassia and Theo did not linger too much longer with the Gryffindors they had accompanied. They joined all the other years in the sparkling Great Hall, being the first sixth years to sit at Slytherin table. As people trailed in, Cassia found her friends joining them at the Slytherin table bit-by-bit. First Eva with Adrian Pucey and Terrence Higgs, Daphne joined by Maryam and Tracey Davis, then Blaise, an arm around Astoria's shoulder as he whispered something in her ear to make her laugh.

     Cassia smiles. After what her younger sister had recently endured, she couldn't get enough of those.

     While everyone that Cassia expected had taken their places, including Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, as well as Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode (a fair distance away from Daphne and Tracey, she noticed), and then her roommates Sadie and Ebony — despite this, she gave Theo a puzzled glance as he half-raised himself out his seat to wave someone over. A blonde boy with a Slytherin tie, standing at the foot of the Great Hall like a stick. His expression appeared to ease upon Theo's beckon, and when he walked over to the Slytherin table, Blaise and Daphne shuffled to make space for him.

     "Thanks," he says, hands on his lap.

"This is Max," says Theo, addressing his immediate group. "We met in the station."

"I know," says Cassia, having recognised him after a few seconds.

"How in the fuck do you know everyone?"

After scrunching her nose in his face, she says, "We met briefly before the holidays."

Taken aback, Max says, "We did?"

Cassia nods. "Really briefly. Your sister—Mia, is it?—picked up my hat, it fell down."

"Were introductions made?" asks Theo.

"No, I don't think so."

"Then how do you know their names?"

"Because you mentioned it on the train in, you idiot."

     Adrian leans over the table with a hand outstretched to Max. Bless him. "You alright, mate?"

Max nods, shaking his hand. "Are you Head Boy yet?"

"What gave it away?" Adrian grins, brandishing the glimmering green Head Boy badge standing out from his black robes.

Terrence rolls his eyes from opposite Adrian. "Gets Head Boy and becomes insufferable."

Adrian pouts, tickling his chin. "Aw, someone's bitter about losing out on Quidditch Captain, aren't they?"

Terrence swats his hand away, lifting his middle finger. "Shut your gob. I can still get onto the actual team."

    Maryam coughs, an interjection. "Not with your track record of being out of play the entire last season."

     "That wasn't my fault! It was Montague's and his silly obsession with Malfoy."

With a scoff, she says, "We can all count on the fact that if you see Malfoy in the team this year, it will not be because of any obsession with him."

"Squad makeover?" says Eva.

"From top to toe, baby."

"Hear that, mate?" says Adrian, looking to Max. "You've a chance to get on the team."

Daphne asks Max, "What position?"

"Seeker," replies Max. A low chorus of ooohs were heard at the table, followed by Terrence cracking his knuckles in a way that could only indicate some competition.

"May the best Seeker win, Max," says Terrence, wiggling his eyebrows. Max salutes to that.

Adrian stretches his arms out, endearingly tapping the top of his girlfriend's head before they went back to his side. "I'd be worried if I were you, T," he gives Terrence a pointed look. "This guy has Quidditch in his DNA."

Terrence frowns. "How so?"

"His name is Maximus Fossbaken."

"Fossb—Fossbaken, like—"

     "August Fossbaken."

Max buries his face in his hands. With a muffled groan, "It's barely been ten minutes."

     Theo asks, "You're related to August Fossbaken? The Norway player?"

     Max nods, as everyone was making sense of his ashen blonde hair, dark at the roots, soft where it grew blonde. "He... is my dad."

     "God save me," Terrence laughs, eyes wide in incredulity. "My competition is August Fossbaken's son."

"I planned for it not to come out until at least the second week of classes."

"With the surname of one of the highest ranked Quidditch players in the world, no chance."

     "No, I suppose not," says Max with a defeated nod. "Guess I had that one coming."

     "Hey, it beats being known for the surname of an imprisoned Dreary Eel," says Daphne.

     "Dreary Eel?" reiterates Theo.

     "Code word for Death Eater," she explains, silently mouthing the last two words. She nudges Tracey beside her. "Tracey's idea. Just 'cause saying Death Eater out and about might scare the first years. I think it's catchier, anyways."

     "Last thing you want to do, scare a first year."

     "You cannot start smiling in the morning until you tick 'Scare A First Year' off your To-Do list." Cassia deadpans. Theo shrugs helplessly.

     "Uh, actually," says Max. "Where are they? The first years?"

     "Right on time," Adrian murmurs, nodding his head towards the Great Hall doors. The disordered march of students in neutral ties emerged forward, led by Professor McGonagall, graceful in her ageing years. Though a different crop of first years, they all carry that same look; wonderstruck, overwhelmed, confused. Maybe one or maybe all. Eyes scampering from one table to the next, an endless dilemma or a solid decision which house they would belong to; the object to make that particular verdict, the ratty old hat, laid in wait on its stool at the top of the Hall.

Theo slides one leg back over the other side of the bench, and Cassia didn't understand why; until a yelp was heard from a pair of auburn braids within the crowd of first years. Though his movement was subtle, Savannah's clumsy near-fall from Theo's stuck-out leg wasn't, nor were his silent cackles, and Cassia punches him in the back.

     "You're bullying the first years already?"

     "Eh," Theo waves a dismissive hand. "She's only my cousin."

     As Savannah gathers herself from the near trip, she shoots Theo a pouty frown, and his only response was ruffling her hair. At least attempting to, before being swept away by the rest of the first years.

"It's a good look on you," Cassia absently smiles.

"What is? My hair?"

"Sure," agrees Cassia, though the forefront of her mind was enjoying Theo's new and developing bond with his younger cousins.

     As the Sorting begins, Theo looks to Max, gesturing with his thumb to Lucinda Addenbrook at the top of the hall, who had just jumped off the stool after being sorted into Ravenclaw. "Hey, be chuffed you didn't need to stand up there with them all."

     Max gives a bleak nod. "I'd have broken the stool."

     "When did you get sorted, Max?" asks Daphne.

     "Before the summer. Me and my sister got invited for a tour of the school and got our chance with the funky hat too."

     "What house did your sister get put into?" asks Terrence.

     "Hufflepuff," says Max. He gestures over the shoulders of Cassia and Theo to the table of the honey badgers, catching the eye of a girl with ashen blonde hair just passing her shoulders. She sat beside one of the other girls in their year, Maeve Reyes, and the fair few Slytherin heads turned Mia's way seemed to catch her eye because she looked over and gave an excited grin and wave towards her brother.

     "You guys are twins, alright," says Cassia turning back, having gotten all the confirmation she needed.

     (As if Theo didn't mention it on the train. She had her suspicions before the summer!)

     Max raises an eyebrow. "How did you come to that conclusion?"

     "It takes one to know one. My twin-dar never fails."

     "You're a twin?" Max frowns. "Who's your twin?"

     With a coy smile, Cassia nods her head to the one beside Max himself. Daphne smirks when Max looks at her for confirmation, utterly confused.

     "I would not have guessed that at all," says Max as soon as he wrapped his head around the fact Cassia and Daphne were also twins.

     "Yeah, I don't blame you," says Daphne. "Cass being ginger doesn't help our case."

     "I am not ginger!" says Cassia.

     "And Theo has a pet alpaca called Frederick!"

     "You know, Cass..." starts Maryam, "You are kind of ginger. Not as much as before, but, you know. You can tell."

     "Yes, whatever." Cassia rolls her eyes. "Ginger at heart, or whatever."

     "You're practically a Weasley," says Theo, patting her shoulder gently.

     And before Cassia can throttle the guy, Max asks, "What's a Weasley?"

     "So," says Eva, "If you look at the table full of red and gold ties, there's a pretty decent chance that the gingers at that table will be one."

     Max scans the Gryffindor table with a frown. "There's five Weasleys in Gryffindor?"

     "Not anymore. Just the tall guy trying to pretend he isn't eating a Yorkshire pudding and the girl Theo can't stop staring at."

     At that, Theo's head shot up to glare at Eva. A dark look to hide reddening cheeks. "You're toast, Abercrombie."

Cassia sighs, "Don't kill her before you get to see your cousins get Sorted."

Composing himself, Theo joins Cassia in giving attention to the small stool at the head of the Hall, where a young girl of nervous pigtails just took her seat. Both in age and alphabet, Savannah came before Sebastian, who was next in line; McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on top of Savannah's head, and though they couldn't see from this far, the grip Savannah had on the stool turned her knuckles white.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat roars.

"HELL YEAH SAVANNAH!" Theo cheers, getting to his feet to clap as Savannah Donahue joined the foot of the Slytherin table with a shy grin alongside the new first years. Few from other tables clapped alongside the Slytherin, but one of the most enthusiastic came from Hufflepuff table; Sterling let out a loud whoop for his little sister.

"Sebastian Donahue!" McGonagall reads out. Though he seemed confident initially, anyone close by could see him biting his lip. This time when the Hat was placed, it left Sebastian with a wide beam as the Hat yelled:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"I told you," Theo whispered to Cassia. Amongst all the clapping, Theo became the only one to yell a loud boo his way, but when Sebastian looked the way of the sound, he shared a knowing grin with his big cousin.

"You're a twat," Cassia laughs, the rest of the Sorting unfolding before them.

     "The very best of evenings to you!" says Dumbledore. The Sorting had ended and so had the Feast for the most part, an indulgent yet satisfying array of food sitting in the pit of everyone's stomachs. The old man now looked on with a smile welcoming the room. Appearing injured with a mangled, bruised hand, he brushes off whispers in the room by covering this with his robes.

     Max bows his head towards Daphne. "I assume he doesn't always have a fucked hand?"

     Daphne nods. "Well-noted."

     "To our new students, welcome, and to our old students, welcome back! Another year full of magical education awaits you..."

     "Wonder what happened to the old man," whispers Theo.

     "Maybe he just got old," says Cassia.

     "Aye right. Old people get wrinkles, this man is decaying." Something appeared to catch his eye: "Speaking of decaying males; your boyfriend's resurfaced, Cass. Looking radiant as ever."

     Cassia's head whipped to the Gryffindor table in lighting speed to find Harry trudging along to the spare spot beside Hermione, holding a blood-soaked tissue to his nose. Merlin's beard. The term hasn't even started yet!

     "Mr. Filch, our caretaker," continues Dumbledore, as Cassia caught her boyfriend's eye to mouth a very disturbed What happened? for him to return with a meagre shrug, mouthing, Malfoy, "... to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke items bought at the shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Those wishing to play for their house Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do the same."

     Cassia inclines her head to gaze down the long table. Sure as ever, Malfoy was there, and when he saw her, he gives her a smug nod. Prick. What was she going to do with this guy. Meanwhile, at the mention of Quidditch, Daphne perked forward to send an excited grin towards Maryam.

     "We are very pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn, a former colleague of mine, has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master."

     As an old, balding man with a protruding stomach gave everyone a jovial smile, Blaise mused, "He was the one that called me to his train compartment for lunch. Networking gold-digger if there was one."

     "Job-stealer too, if we take into account he's just taken Snape's job," says Adrian.

     "Meanwhile," Dumbledore cuts over the rising tone of voices, "Professor Snape, meanwhile, will be taking over the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

     "Fucking hell," say Cassia and Daphne at once, their friends proceeding to look at them weird. However the hubbub that was caused following the announcement was proof they weren't the only ones thinking so.

     "And finally," Dumbledore has to boom in curtly, "It brings me immense pride to announce the final new additions to Hogwarts' staff; taking up complimentary part-time teaching roles, I ask you all to join me in welcoming Professor Charlie Weasley and Professor Avery Hearst as your newest Care of Magical Creatures teachers! Hagrid will return to his post as Hogwarts Gamekeeper."

     Because she would be taking Care of Magical Creatures, Cassia peeked her head up to see the couple she'd witnessed walking off the train give everyone a bright smile and wave, it now making sense what they were doing on the platform earlier. A large cheer erupted from Gryffindor table, and it was none other than Ron Weasley, welcoming his brother and kind-of sister-in-law back to Hogwarts as teachers.

"That is a pregnant woman if ever there was one," marvelled Terrence.

"First time seeing one?" says Eva.

     Indeed, Avery — or Professor Hearst — had large robes on, but the outline of her extremely well-rounded stomach wasn't hidden. You could tell she was pregnant, and Cassia had the confirmation of Ginny Weasley herself.

     "I hear they are dating," says Daphne.

    You heard correct, twin, says Cassia.

     "You know they used to be Head Boy and Head Girl?" remarks Adrian.

     "Well, now she's got his baby!" marvels Terrence, again.

     "Why is that so shocking to you!" says Maryam. "Do you not have siblings?"

     "I'm an only child!"

     "That explains so much."

     "Thank fuck this is my last year here," mumbles Terrence, head on the table.

It didn't take much longer for Dumbledore to finish his spiel, and thank Merlin for that, because Cassia had an itch to get out of here and hand her boyfriend back the bag currently rested against her legs. That, and to ask him what was going on. More the latter.

"Don't wait up for me," she tells Theo as the benches all around them started scraping the stone tiles, an eerie sound that almost made her shiver as students were excused to bed.

"Where's she off to?" asks Max as Cassia hooks Harry's bag onto her shoulder.

"To make out with her boyfriend," says Theo, earning a warning look from Cassia as she speed-walks down the Hall, hardly able to hear the click-clack of her inch-heeled shoes.

     She ended up in the Entrance Hall engulfed by an array of 1st Years being escorted by all of their House's prefects, additionally guiding them past her with one arm as the crowd left her fending for herself against the stone-cold wall, and when Ravenclaw's 7th Year Prefect looked to Cassia in passing, the Slytherin pressed her lips together in response.

     But on the sight of a familiar mop of dark hair passing her, Cassia reaches out on impulse, "Oi, Potter!"

     Harry turns back with a frown, Ron Weasley by his side. His expression eases on seeing his girlfriend, holding a bloodied tissue to his nose. He says something to Ron, who walks on ahead of him before walking towards the Slytherin.

     "Merlin. That was easier than I thought." Cassia notes as he comes to face her, slumping a shoulder against the wall she was at.

     "What was?" asks Harry.

     "Getting you away from your fangirls."

     Harry narrows his eyes at her briefly, before tapping her nose with a grin. "Yeah, well, you're still here."

     "Would your fangirls ask what I'm about to ask?"

     "Which is?"

     "Whether Malfoy cornered you and messed up your pretty face because he's an asshole or whether you did something silly and got Malfoy to mess up your pretty face."

     "Ah," muses Harry, "No. You would be the first."

     "Well?" Cassia tries to not grin, but her boyfriend is charming. Sobering up, she asks, "Which is it?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time..." he concedes meagrely. "I was snooping on his carriage with my Cloak. I have a feeling he's taken a trip down the dark side. You know, all-inclusive."

"Ah," she replies. "Well? Did you find anything out?"

"Well he's not volunteering at the soup kitchen on his weekends, that's for sure."

"Yeah."

"The dick got a strong kick to my nose too. Hurts to breathe."

"Well, my dear, nosey bitches get stitches," Cassia teases, both hands soothing his shoulders.

He drops his head onto her shoulder, groaning, "Shut up. I'm in pain. I need my bed."

Rubbing his back, Cassia agrees. "Yeah, being the Chosen One is hard work."

"I'm so glad you get it," says Harry, slinging his arm around Cassia's neck, beginning to head in the general direction of the Slytherin dungeons.

"Not so fast."

The sallow voice in their ears put a dreaded halt to their steps. Turning around, Cassia and Harry were faced with Severus Snape, arms folded in his robes in an almost bat-like manner.

"Evening, Professor," says Cassia. "Have a good summer?"

"Subpar." Snape replies. "I shouldn't be surprised that you two are yet to go to your rooms. Eager to extend your detentions, are we?"

"We just love to spend time with you, Professor," says Harry. "Potions won't be the same with you. That's your legacy, you know."

"Slughorn will be acceptable. As I was saying, detention."

Ah, yes. How could either of them forget their abrupt end to fifth year involving Draco Malfoy, their fists, and Snape's wholehearted promise to start their sixth year off brightly with detention.

Cassia sighs. "Merlin, Professor, you don't ever let bygones be bygones do you?"

Snape refutes, "Not when it considers the reputation of my own house, Miss Greengrass—"

"What's going on here, guys?" A voice cuts in. As the person nears, the smile of Charlie Weasley welcomes them, running a hand through his long red hair as his relaxed form came in line beside the rigid one of Snape's.

"None of your business, Weasley," drawls Snape in reply. "I was just reminding Mister Potter and Miss Greengrass of their overdues. Detention will be in my classroom on Saturday."

"Detention, this early?" remarks Charlie, looking in question at Harry and Cassia. "What trouble have you guys been up to? Here I thought there would be some peace here without Fred and George."

"This detention is as a result of the both of them ganging up on Draco Malfoy.

"Fighting, the two of you?" Charlie frowns at them. "I have to say, I am disappointed in you both. Not to worry, I know just the thing to make you think about your actions."

"I don't need your input, Weasley. Detention in my classroom will be fine."

"Awh, come on, Sev," pleads Charlie. "Let me help, I need the practice. I am new at this after all. How does an afternoon cleaning the Clabbert cages sound?" Looking back at Snape, Charlie adds, "I may need to get into your potions cupboard, Clabbert slime is particularly difficult to clear."

"Slughorn will be able to assist you. That is no longer my area of expertise."

"Then it's sorted," Charlie grins a wide grin. "Have a great evening, Sev. Come on guys."

And as Charlie drapes an arm around Cassia and Harry each, leading them away, Harry questions, "Sev?"

Looking straight ahead in his strides, Charlie smirks. "He's always had a soft spot for me."

Cassia questions afterwards, "Are we really going to be cleaning up Clabbert slime?"

"You'll be cleaning their shit too if you both don't get to bed in the next five minutes."

Charlie sends them both in their separate directions with a light shove to the back, and judging by his eternal grin in doing so, Cassia and Harry had a feeling that the Weasley man had saved them from an awful weekend.

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I MISSED U POOKIES SM!!!

omg, since i last updated this:
— i turned 21
— i broke my left ankle and sprained my right ankle
— i had subsequent surgery for that broken ankle
— i started my fourth year of uni on crutches
— i realised i really like researching diabetes?
— i carried out a 6 week research project for my dissertation
— i started physio for my poor little ankles (i'm off crutches now alhamdulilah <3)
— i presented my dissertation to 2 of the scariest lecturers omfg
— i started driving the moonymobile again
— and i am now writing said dissertation

life has been quite insane recently but i am very thankful to be in my position rn. i hope you have all been well and enjoyed this update! idk when the next will come out lol x

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