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The Dragon’s Blade

The Spider's Bite Pt.2 Pt.1 A03 Natasha Romanoff x reader/oc Summary: The last thing you heard was her screaming your name, you had never heard her sound so terrified and everything went dark. A/N: This chapter gets a little dark. Good luck :) Warnings: gun violence, gunshot injury

Music/song insp: Nico Collin’s - Incapable (tho I think it fits for the whole fic) Shares and reblogs are appreciated *Divider created by:@cafekitsune *

You woke, feeling unrested. There was no more pain in your body, the wound had almost healed completely leaving a faint scar. After staring at the wall for a bit, you put on a pair of black slippers and head for the dining room. Scanning the room you find Wanda and Vison seated across from one another. Being polite you greeted them and then went about your business, searching the fridge for some leftover oats from the morning before. You sat at a barstool, back facing the two, and looked out the window while you ate cold oats. Not long into your breakfast, a figure sat beside you, not needing to look to see who it was.

“Can we talk about last night?” Natalia said quietly enough that Vision or Wanda wouldn’t hear. 

Try to whisper in my ear

Tell me what I want to hear

You took a deep breath and gently placed your fork down, “You weren’t injured right?” Still refusing to look her way.

“That’s not what I am referring to. Why did you run off last night?” She crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

“What’s wrong with wanting to be left alone.” Your attention is forced on a lit candle placed on a countertop across the island, a snowflake carousel spinning slowly with the push of the fumes from the lit fire. Its gold coating glistens over the flame.

“It is concerning when you are slipping back to old habits, ones you have worked so hard to break from.” 

But your words are so empty since they got no meaning

“Why are you concerned? Heck, why am I so bothered?!” You buried your face in your hands, letting them slide slowly down over your eyes, past your cheeks, until they came to rest at the nape of your neck, where your fingers tangled in your hair. “ The last we spoke, not including last night, had been weeks ago before our last mission had ended. You��ve gone as far as to change your schedule, your daily routine.” 

Want me wrapped around your finger

But these feelings they don't linger

Baby the honeymoon days

Have faded away

“Yeah there was something, tell me. What do you remember about OUR last mission?” Her tone remained monotone, but there was a distinct emphasis on the word "our." The way she spoke made you uncomfortable. 

The question stunned you for a moment, “We were sent to capture a weapon arms dealer in South America. He had supplied HYDRA and the people running the Red Room.” You answered simply.

We've been down this road before

Let you wear me to the core

“And? What else?” She leaned in closer. Now turning toward her you look her in the eyes.

Your brows lowered, trying to remember the rest of the events. The group was sent to a warehouse where most of his weapons were being produced and stored. “We found his location, it seemed a little too easy or maybe it was the sleep deprivation.” 

“You were right, it was a bit too easy given it was a trap all along. Though being shot in the head messes with YOUR memory.” The last part was muffled but your heightened hearing picked up the sentence. Her eyes widened upon realizing what she said aloud. 

“What do you mean, being shot in the head messes with your memory?” Wanda and Vison’s attention turned to the both of you. Signaling something to Natalia you noticed after she nodded her head no. 

“You were partnered with Natasha. We were ordered to escape and heard a gunshot over the com link.” You turned towards Vision who was receiving a look of daggers from Wanda. 

“Wait Nat, are you sure about this? Remember what Dr.Lee and I said about how it may affect their brain.” 

I won't do this anymore so don't you call

Every time you're feeling low

“We were almost to the jet and there was a sniper ready nearby.” 

“Please tell me the jet is up and running you guys?!” Nat shouted on the shared com channel. The two of you were sprinting down a long corridor, enemies right on your tail. Tossing a flash grenade behind to slow them down. Reaching the room the jet was in you both rushed towards it, the hatch wide open.

You both knew it wasn’t smart to run straight toward the jet without checking your surroundings. Somewhere in the distance, your hearing picked up on a slight clicking sound coming from- 

“NAT-” Using all your strength you dashed towards Natalia and pushed her out of the way. There was a sudden pain in your head and the sound of a loud gunshot could be heard. You paused for a moment, a warm wet liquid dripped from your head and your entire body went still. Nothing was cushioning your body from faceplanting on the round. The last thing you heard was her screaming your name, you had never heard her sound so terrified and everything went dark.

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Natasha’s blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the room. She grabbed the nearest gun and fired at the sniper hidden high up, firing until her gun ran out of amo. The enemy was killed on the first shot. Once the gun was empty she rushed towards you, scouping you in her arms while she knelt to the floor. There was blood all over the left side of your face, making it hard to see how deep the bullet went through. But judging by the bloody bullet on the side it went through your skull or at least grazed the side of your head. She felt like her heart was torn into pieces while she felt your breathing stiffen and your heart stop beating. She didn’t notice the rest of the team enter the room with enemies catching up to them.

“What happened?!” Wanda flew over and began to cry at the scene.

“We have to keep moving!” Vision was the first one on the ship on the other side of the room, the sound of the engine turning on right after he entered.

“Nat we have to go, get up please!” Steve tried to move her but she kept squirming out of his grip. Bruise who was still in his Hulk form, grabbed Nat and made haste to the jet. 

“BRUCE PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!” She used whatever remaining strength she had to get out of his grasp. Her vision was blurry, the last thing she saw before the hatch closed was you being surrounded by enemies. “WAIT we have to go back-”

Fuzzy scenes quickly flashed through your mind, overwhelmingly so causing you to sit back in your chair. There was a ringing in your left ear and you felt a sharp pain shoot through your head.

“When Wanda and I made it to the scene, we were too late. You were declared dead and Bruce had to pry Nat away from you because we were being overrun.” 

Girl you're so predictable

Let it go

You felt claustrophobic as the room began to shrink. There was a twitching in your leg. “So you left me. Left my body for them to do WHATEVER!” Your eyes fell to the ground. You felt a pair of hands trying to pry open your mind, traces of a red aura floating around. “Wanda, get out of my mind, I can feel you prying.” 

“We didn’t want to leave you behind. We weren’t sure what happened after we left the warehouse but the palace had been wiped clean when we returned. As the months went on we ran into many dead ends, a photo showed up at our doorstep with coordinates to a tree in the Patagonian Desert. When we got there…” Natasha cut off with a sob, the memory now fresh in her mind.

Shouldn't play these games

Oh I've known you for too long

“Your body…you were tied to the tree with your hands tied behind your back. The black widow logo was carved into your chest down to your stomach. There were no other physical wounds left. Though mentally..” Vision was cut off by Wanda.

“You survived something horrific and no one knows what happened to you during those months you were missing. People don’t just die and come back to life without a price, whether it’s magic or something else. Only you know what happened and if I��m able to look in your mind. But we don’t know the repercussions.”

"Wanda I have made it clear I don’t want you prying into my mind. So what was the point of not telling me, were you all waiting around until I had a breakdown or something!” You slammed your fists onto the counter, and something wet fell from your eyes. 

Wanda turned to Vision as if she was talking to him telepathically. You could tell by their body language that they wanted to leave and you turned your head to both. “YES LEAVE, as if it wasn’t clear!” you shouted and they both scurried off. 

“Take a moment and breathe, let it out.” She placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing up and down.

You started breathing rapidly, a constricting feeling surfaced in your chest. Tears trickled down your face and you gently placed your head on the counter. “So is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” the dreaded question finally leaves your lips. 

Thinking you could do no wrong by now

“I…” You grabbed the corners of her shirt tightly, her gaze shifted to the floor.

“Was it guilt?! Is that it?” More tears fell down your face, “So what I’ve been shot, it’s not the first nor will it be the last time I am hit in a vital place! Did any of you truly look for me or did you only start looking once he sent a PHOTO to my hanging BODY!” Some part of you deep down didn’t want to believe it but part of you believed your words. “At the end of the day, I am just a weapon, right? I am not a person. You were ordered to return HYDRA’s precious success soldier.” You quickly let go of her shirt, holding onto the edges of the chair. The last sentence caused you to cry more, Natasha paused, and her breath hitched. 

I shouldn't feel ashamed

'cause I know it's all your fault

Natasha wrapped her arms around herself, and tears slowly trickled down her face. “When I held your lifeless body in my arms, I felt something inside me break. You were shot because you were protecting me. TAKEN because of ME! Don’t you understand? I let you get too close to me.” 

“You’re my teammate of course I’m going to look out for you in case of danger. I’m sure any of the other members would have done the same.” You didn’t believe a word you said. 

“I’ve read your old files, I know you have a high doge and block rate. I have watched you during training sessions, I know you can block bullets at inhumane speed. You wouldn’t just do it for anyone, you don’t even speak to them most of the team half the time!” 

If she had asked this question a couple of years ago while you were still with HYDRA you would have sacrificed your teammates if it meant completing the mission. However, failing missions were more frightening back then. You took a few breaths to calm yourself before speaking, “I… I do care for you, more than any of the others. And I was envious of Bruce last night, that’s why I ran.” You said in a shaky voice. “I know the risks so let’s cut the dangers of every mission and stop acting like this isn’t all I know. I will take every bullet if it means you get to walk away and live a simpler life one day. And I know you care about everyone more than you want to admit. We aren’t that different, are we?”

The moment the words left your mouth, you immediately regretted them. You knew you were stepping into a delicate subject. It terrified her knowing that she had become easy to read by those closest to her. And because you cared, you weren’t only injured but taken as well. Easily making yourself a target for her enemies.

She slowly stood, her eyes cold as ice. “I am not yours to lose. You are never to do something so stupid again, that is an order.” She quickly walked past you and stopped, keeping her back towards you while you watched every movement. “And we are nothing alike.” venom laced her words as she continued walking out of the room. Leaving you alone in the kitchen, enveloped by a deafening silence

When it comes to love you’re so incapable.

AN: Ummmm so, I had an idea for a third part, and by idea, I mean 1 paragraph of nothing. I personally like happy or hopeful endings so I want to see the audience's response. I've been focused on other fandoms to write about but switching up the ones I write about helps keep my brain from fizzing out on ideas so. Yeah ;) Ending TBD???

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The Dragon’s Blade

The Spider's Bite Pt.1 |pt.2| A03 Natasha Romanoff x reader/oc Summary: Your feelings are being toyed with and you are tired of it. Since your last mission, there has been an undeniable shift in the way she behaved around you. Every conversation you had with her was fleeting, filled with awkward pauses and half-hearted exchanges, as though she was eager to escape as soon as possible. She had altered her routes around the tower entirely and shifted her meal times to avoid the usual items you two crossed paths. Warnings: guns, gunshot wounds A/N: So I wrote this 6 months ago.... Music/Song inspo: GATS & Oh Genius - Take A Breath Shares and reblogs are appreciated *Divider created by:@cafekitsune *

You stood with your back against the wall in a loud room filled with people dressed to the nines, so they say. Tony was hosting a “holiday” party for his patrons and the Avengers were invited for appearances. You arrived a bit late after deciding to wear the outfit Pepper chose for you. You wore a black turtleneck, the fabric irritating your skin slightly. It was tucked into a pair of black dress pants, held up by a belt threaded through a gold ring. On your feet were black laced dress shoes, and over it all, you were wrapped in a long gray coat that draped down to the back of your knees. On your wrist, you wore an elegant watch that had been gifted from Tony. You recently discovered that if you weren’t punctual, a wave of stress would build up, knowing you were going to be late. In the past you followed a very strict schedule and if you were late for anything… On your neck lay a silver necklace with an outline of a dragon curled into a circle, a gift from Natalia left outside your door a few nights ago after a mission. Your hair was partially slicked back, a few loose strands above your eyes opening your facial structure a bit followed by a black cloth mask over your mouth. 

Wearing a face covering helped you blend in more than if you hadn’t worn one, but even so, a few curious individuals who lacked personal space would still approach you. This resulted in a barrage of questions on topics ranging from your appearance and background to how you ended up working with the Avengers, and so on. The occasional sneaky photographer snapping a photo added to your annoyance, making you feel like an animal on display, which did nothing for your self-esteem. 

You preferred smaller gatherings of people you knew, but you could not say no to free food.  And there was someone you were looking to run into at this gathering. Your gaze follows Natalia across the room at the bar, chatting with Bruce. It was nice to see everyone enjoying themselves, especially in the line of work everyone is in. Since your last mission, there has been an undeniable shift in the way she behaved around you. Every conversation you had with her was fleeting, filled with awkward pauses and half-hearted exchanges, as though she was eager to escape as soon as possible. She had altered her routes around the tower entirely and shifted her meal times to avoid the usual items you two crossed paths. The most telling sign, however, was when she gifted you the necklace. Rather than presenting it to you face-to-face, she left it outside your room. This party marked the first time the two of you had been in the same room together. 

After some thought you decided it was time to approach her and try to talk things through, only pause in your tracks. There was a sudden pain in your chest like someone took a knife and was twisting it very slowly. Your hands began to twitch and your breathing slowed. There she was, the two of them moved to a nearby doorway and she is kissing Bruce under the mistletoe. The room began to shrink and suddenly the sea of people became unbearable. You slowly started to back away, only to bump into a waiter carrying drinks. Glasses shattered to the ground and liquid spilled onto the nearest wall, dripping into the outlet causing a POP sound to erupt. The music came to a halt and everyone was looking your way, your eyes darting towards Natasha who had separated herself from Bruce. 

Next thing you knew you found yourself on one of the rooftops in the city, far enough away from the tower. You weren’t sure how long or how far you ran, only stopping once the cold became unbearable to breathe in. You made your way to the edge and sat down. A few birds landed near you and buried themselves under your jacket. The sounds of cars echoed in the air, the city lights illuminating the sky making it hard to see the stars in the night sky. For a moment you thought of your sister and how she would have loved- no, she isn’t here anymore. The only person who ever. Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of heels clicking, it didn't take long before your peace was ruined by the sound of boots approaching. 

Your eyes remained focused on the cars below, “Just leave me alone.” That unsettling pinching in your chest resurfaced and it wasn’t the cold wind finally getting to you.

“Everyone’s looking for you.” Natalia’s footsteps stopped behind you, waiting for a response. Your heightened senses picked up a new scent in the air, your stomach twisting in disgust.

“My whereabouts are none of your concern, agent.” You stood, the birds under your jacket flying away and you finally turned to face her. 

“Your whereabouts are my concern when you make a scene and then run off.” Irritation laced her lips, she had her arms wrapped around herself due to the cold. 

You were surprised to see her still wearing heels, intrigued by how she found you so quickly. She was wearing a jacket, one she had not had on earlier. You pinpointed the strange scent, it was radiating off the jacket, it was Banner’s. You shifted a foot closer towards the edge of the roof, taking a quick glance at the ground below you.

“Let’s get out of this cold and back to the tower. Then you can explain to me why you are behaving so evasive.” Her phone rang and she picked it up immediately, “Romanoff… oh hey Bruce. Yeah, I’ve found them I’ll be back soon. Ok bye.” Your entire body began to fidget as if something was crawling under your skin. 

“I…just go.” You weren't sure what to say, you just wanted to be alone. And the longer she stayed the more stressed you felt, her actions were confusing. You weren’t sure why she was concerned for you after actively ignoring you the past few days. 

“I’m not leaving you out here, it's too cold.” 

“Just leave me alone like you’ve been doing. Why are you so concerned-” You were cut off by the sound of a BANG, out of nowhere this sharp pain surrounded your lower back. 

Time had slowed and you took a step back, forgetting you were on the edge of the building. Fear spread across Natalia’s face while you plummeted to the ground, she sprinted towards you with a hand out to grab you. Forgetting she was in heels she ended up falling off the building with you. It did not take long before your mind snapped back into reality, with one hand you pulled her close and with the other, you aimed towards a nearby railing. Your body jerked for a quick moment but your impact was lessened because of the cable you shot, both of you stumbling and falling to the ground. The both of you quickly stood but failed as you were kicked in the back and pushed to the ground, overhearing Natalia fighting someone out of vision. Using all your strength you rolled to the side and grabbed the person’s leg, pulling them down with you. 

You weren't sure what the guy was mumbling to himself and you kicked him in the gut as hard as possible. Your heightened strength sends the man flying across the street into a nearby trashcan. Quickly turning around to help Natalaia fight off the man, the two of you gain the upper hand. Natalia backed off, seeing that the man was beaten and had enough but like some fire inside you, it did not simmer. For a moment you couldn’t feel the pain of a gunshot while you kept kicking the man to the ground. You ended up breaking the arm he used to shield his upper body. You felt a hand on your shoulder which caused you to turn around and instinctively throw a punch but it was caught because Natalia had quick reflexes. 

“It’s done, let’s head out before authorities come.” Her hair and makeup were disheveled. She had a familiar look on her face, one she used before the last mission. 

For a moment you felt a warm feeling in your stomach, maybe from the blood and you smothered that feeling with an icy bitterness. There is a sense of deja vu surfacing, you weren’t sure why. You walked past her in the direction of the compound, the two of you walking back in temporary silence. 

“You’re angry. You're letting your control slip.” She blankly stated.

“I am not angry.” You griped your side righter, the pain becoming more unbearable the more you walked.

“I know you are. Your muscles are all tense and you feel this tight pressure in your head. You feel like there is this fire you can’t put out.” You refused to acknowledge she was right to some degree. 

When the two of you reached the compound she followed you to the medical room. Thankfully it was empty, you gathered your own supplies and started to patch yourself up. The serum in your body had healed a good portion of the wound already and all you needed to do was clean it. It’s a shame your clothes have been torn and have a bullet hole, you really liked the outfit. You sat in a nearby chair, lifted your shirt, and dabbed some rubbing alcohol on the wound with a cotton ball. It took a few tries to find the bullet wound since it entered through your back, a scab had formed over the skin around the area, which was very sensitive to the touch.

“Hmph!.” Your body quickly jerked from the sting the alcohol brought, pain shooting up throughout your entire body. A bit of white flashed before your eyes, and an old memory began to resurface from your past. When you were in a 1v1 battle with another competitor, you had been shot at a very young age. It left you with a botched stitching job and a nasty scar since your health was horrible as well as not having the full super serum in your body. 

“Here let me-” Nat took a step closer but you held a hand up, making her stop in her tracks.

“I got it, you should do a once over to make sure there’s no surprises.” You were now leaning towards the left of the chair while using your right arm to clean the wound. The doors to bust opened, multiple concerned teammates now filling the room, causing you to drop the cleaning supplies. Your head resting on your hand, slightly pulling at your hair. Everyone was talking at once and you quickly became annoyed.

“Hey hey, what happened?” Pepper quickly approached where you were seated, worry on her face. She started to get handsy in an attempt to look at your injuries and you failed to swat her hands away. There was a gasp when she saw the bullet wound. 

Looking past her you saw Bruce approach Natalia, the sight feeling like someone was twisting a knife in your chest. You spaced out while she cleaned the wound and patched up a few other scrapes as well, you forgot about the pain in your left shoulder from the vamrace when you used it to cushion the fall. You felt guilty for behaving so evasively towards Pepper because she was just trying to help, when your more severe injury was cleaned you stood and started to walk back to your room. 

“Let me help you walk back.” Steve rushed to your side, noticing you were using furniture to help keep yourself upward.

“I appreciate the assistance but I just… I just…” want to forget this evening, you almost said aloud. Someone, probably Steve, put his hand on your shoulder causing you to jerk forward and almost fall forward due to the unbalance. The room fell silent, everyone’s eyes staring right through you. You took a deep breath and walked out of the room. 

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You entered your room there were lights hung all around, winter-themed paper taped to the walls, and a box lying on your bed. Someone had decorated your room while you were away, it felt cozy. Inside the box was a framed picture, it was of the team after a party you all attended a few months ago. It was something about heroic service and everyone was dressed up all fancy. On the bottom of a box was an old photo of, what everyone else would assume would be you but instead, your sister. You knew the few pictures taken of you were all destroyed before you were saved by the team.  On the back, there was something written, “You should smile more - N.R.” You frowned, placing the photos on a bedside table and then changing out of your dirty clothes. After changing into a simple shirt and pair of shorts you crawled into bed, requesting Friday to play some music while you fell asleep.

Thought I'd do just fine on my own

What a fool I've been so alone

Life is better when I'm with you by my side, that I know

And with so much out there to see

All I want is you next to me

A familiar emptiness entered the room, your sister’s face plaguing your thoughts. Maybe the people from HYDRA were right, someone like you is meant to be alone. One way or another any sense of comfort is torn away. A lesson you learned long ago. You weren’t a person, you were a person created to do a job and complete it without fail. 

Soaking in this moment, have I always felt this free

Lost in the moonlight tonight

Reflecting in your eyes, the time

Your sister loved watching the stars. Even though she wasn’t outside much, like a caged bird she was always looking at the sky. She’d probably study the stars and talk your head off about all the different constellations.

Feels like we're frozen for life

For life, for life

All of our problems are lies

To bring us down from our high

All of the world is mine

Tears slowly fell down your face as you stared at the dimly lit ceiling. You imagined of the two of you traveling to see the northern lights, your only reference was what the internet could provide. They were beautiful on a screen and no doubt more beautiful in person. Your sister dragging you through the snow and up a few mountains to get the best view. She’d have this excitement plastered on her face and a determination that no one could stop. Neither of you spoke the entire journey. Your mind couldn’t bring itself to make something up though you weren’t sure what she would say.

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This Unruly Heart pt.3

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader AO3 Summary: Should I stay or should I go? dun nuh nuh A/n: New season yipeeeeeee. Also, a new Abigail look, pop off. Shares are appreciated 1.2k words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

The world slows while Cassandra watches you succumb to the sickness, finding the sight disturbing. She isn’t sure what she’s feeling—perhaps fear. It’s been so long since she last allowed herself to feel it that she’s forgotten what it’s like. Now, faced with it, she doesn’t know how to express it. Something inside her started to fall apart the moment she saw the desperation in your eyes made her stomach drop so she pulled away. Unable to comprehend what you just confessed, how could someone so kind and selfish ever love someone like her?

The walls she spent so long building crumble, there is an ache in her chest, and she feels a pit in her stomach. In the distance she hears the sound of footsteps approaching, quickly whipping a tear that had fallen. 

A scream makes her turn to the student at the end of the hall, “Cassandra?! Is that blood?” The young student slowly walks over to see you fallen to the ground surrounded by petals and blood. The student’s face turns pale and after her curiosity settles she begins to run in the other direction shouting, “Professor!” 

Soon the hallway becomes crowded with students and professors. She remains still as others gather around you to take you to the hospital wing. Your friends approach their concerned expressions causing a slight twisting in her chest. Her mind is elsewhere while they ask her questions she refuses to answer. 

Daniel and Ivy approached her, worry on both their faces. "Cassandra, what happened?" Ivy said in a calm tone.

Daniel had an angry look on his face. "Did you do something?!" he accused. He pulled his wand from his pocket and pointed it in her direction, standing himself between you and her.

"Daniel!" Ivy threw him a scolding look and yanked down his arm.

"C'mon you two, let's get moving," Robyn shouted from the end of the hall.

She lingered in the hallway for a moment, struggling to hold back a sob. 

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This isn’t the end, is it? There is so much more to be discovered. You won a magical tournament, summoned patrons, flew on a broom, and even survived an encounter with a dark wizard. Sure you lost all feeling in your arm and your skin had turned black from the dark magic, leaving an ugly scar. Looking back, ever since you were young you wanted an adventure like the ones in storybooks.  

You try to tune into the conversations around you, but your mind refuses to focus. It doesn't help that your lungs feel clogged with flowers, making it hard to breathe. Any slight movement will send a wave of agonizing pain throughout your body. Keeping your eyes shut, you hope sleep will eventually take over.

“There’s got to be something we can do,” Ivy said, her voice edged with desperation.

“We checked the library and found nothing,” Kevin added. Robyn muttered something under her breath that you couldn’t quite catch.

“I spoke with Professor Longbottom, he said he’d do some investigating but hasn’t been around in a few days,” Lottie shoved her notebook aside, too disheartened to even sketch a simple bird by the window. 

Daniel sat in defeat, raking his hands through his autumn hair. “Astrid isn’t here either,” he groaned, “What are we going to do!” 

A pair of heels clicked against the floor as Madame Pomfrey approached the group. “Why don’t you kids give your friend a break? I’m sure you all have classes to be in.” 

The doors opened and Abigail walked towards your bed, “I’ll stay with them, I don’t have classes for a few more hours.” 

One by one, the others left the room, each casting a glance your way. Abigail sat at your bedside, overwhelmed by the sadness hanging over the room. The sound of your shallow breaths unsettled her, raising a deep sense of concern. She suddenly felt useless, remembering how you dropped everything to help her reunite with her father. Throughout the past months, she watched your health slowly deteriorate, unable to do anything about a sickness no one knew. What stood out the most was this floral scent lingering around you. Could it be- Her throughs are cut off by the sound of someone walking near the bed? 

The curtains are pulled to the side, revealing Casandra on the other side. Her head hung low, “I need a moment alone.” Abigail is taken aback by the change in attitude, so used to seeing the other witch so blunt and confident now quiet and closed off. Knowing the two of you needed to talk she stood and walked out of the room. She shot a glance at Cassandra, silently urging her that it was time to be honest with herself.

Cassandra looked at your sleeping form, she cringed at your appearance. She couldn’t stand to hear you struggling to breathe properly. Remembering the shock in your eyes when she pulled her hands back, the scene caused her heart to twist. 

“I thought you were easy to read, it turns out I don’t understand you at all.” You’re so unpredictable and that’s terrifying. She likes to have control in her life and whenever you’re around, you’re able to see past the barriers she built long ago. “How can someone so kind and generous like someone like me? You risked your life for me multiple times. And at the end of the day I… I know that I will never be good enough. No matter how powerful or smart I am. I can never be enough.” If she isn’t the best then what’s the point? “I know I’m selfish but please don’t leave me. I can’t imagine my life without you. I miss your smile. I miss your energy. I want you by my side. And I…” She cupped your cheek and the scar on your cheek with her thumb. 

Hearing her words, you summon the last bit of energy you have by lifting your hand with great effort. You search for the closest thing to grab which ends up being the tie on her uniform. You grip the die as tight as you can, even though your grasp is slipping. Inside you’re screaming for your lips to move, to form words to offer her comfort knowing that you are listening to her. But no sound is made, the silence creating a great disappointment within yourself. 

Cassandra is too stunned to speak, coming back to reality she moved to wrap her hands around yours. Instead, she is too late and your hand falls back onto the bed. Finalizing your last moment, succumbing to death’s embrace. With your final breath, panic surges through Cassandra, tears falling down her face as she lowers herself close to you. She takes a deep breath to fill your lungs with air, repelling the foliage that made a home inside your body. 

Your lungs immediately clear up, and the pain finally leaves your body. A breath of fresh air fills your soul. The weight on your body is lifted and you can feel your energy returning. Finally having the strength to open your eyes you look at her with sadness. Hating to see her cry, you lift a hand and wipe away her tears. This action makes her look back at you, eyes growing wide with surprise. 

“Is it true?” You slowly sit up, taking a few full breaths for the first time in ages. “Every word?” You feel your heart racing in your chest. 

“You didn’t let me finish.” She says gently, pulling you in for a proper kiss.

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This Unruly Heart pt.2

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

AO3

Summary: Will these two reveal their feelings before it's too late?!

A/n: Sooo I started reading again, and I'm almost finished the book :) Btw some of these new outfits are sickkk.

*Shares are appreciated*

1.7k words

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Cassandra scoured the library in search of answers. Instead of looking through the medical shelves she searched the Herbology section. Looking through the shelves she grabbed the few books she hadn't already read, hoping that they could have an answer. After some quick page turning the books proved useless, providing no information about any conditions where the person coughs up flower petals. Her frustration spread so she laid her head on the desk, staring at the petals behind her illuminated by the desk lamp. Her mind struggled to identify the petals you had coughed up earlier, concluding they must be from the Muggle world. While some Muggle plants had been discussed in class, not many were covered, making them the only ones she wasn’t entirely familiar with.

The memory of the previous year's closing ceremony played through her mind, remembering your smile caused a pinching feeling in her chest. Maybe it was that you had punched Viggo after Cassandra was knocked out, or perhaps it was the soft blue glow of the water lilies on the Black Lake during the closing ceremony—but either way, she couldn’t stop thinking about that night. Thinking about that night she realizes how much she misses your smile. The more time you spent together, your kindness slowly melted the ice around her heart. 

Finding no luck in the library she decides to take action elsewhere. She headed to the greenhouse, humidity countering the night's cool air. She searched a few sectors in the more advanced areas but found nothing that could help with your cough. Mainly plants were housed and nothing to help with anything medical-related. Even the Muggle section offered little help for a cough, aside from a few tea plants some students grew for Divination or personal experiments. Cassandra is one of those few students who have grown these plants to understand your world better. After gathering a few healthy leaves, she stood still, thinking of what else she could do. The library provided nothing unless it was in the restricted section and the greenhouses were mainly used for herbology and not healing.  

An idea crossed her mind, one she wasn't too fond of. There was one person she could talk to, Astrid Cole, who was more skilled in plant remedies than Professor Longbottom. After dealing with your pestering Cassandra eventually apologized for her misjudgment. The two were on speaking terms but not without you present, Cassandra was a bit hesitant to speak with Astrid directly. A part of her had been bothered by the fact that you were going to someone else for help with herbology work. After contemplating for a moment she realized Astrid was most likely the only person who may have an answer. Although it was getting very late, Cassandra was determined to find answers tonight.

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After a dreamless sleep, you struggle to open your eyes. Your body felt heavy as if the bed was consuming you. Listening closely you could hear birds chirping and laughter in the distance. Feeling a tang of envy for those who were able to go outside. The only movement you make is the rise and fall of your breath, each inhale feeling more strained than the day before. A dry, burning sensation flares in your chest with every deep breath you take.

Thankfully the room conjured up some water, the cool liquid temporarily soothing the desert in your throat. Your eyes linger on the petals scattered near your pillow and on the ground, some covered in dried bits of blood. Remembering the events of the previous night, you recall exhausting yourself after a relentless coughing fit. Once you sit up there is a sharp pain throughout your head, your body is very weak, and your vision is now worse. 

Looks like Cassandra hasn’t returned yet, a part of you wonders why she’s concerned, to begin with. She’s not known to show concern for others and maybe it was you overthinking too much.

Maybe it’s all in your head. Shut up. 

You’ve never wished for her to be by your side more than you do now.

What are we? 

The handkerchief smelled like her perfume, minus the mess that decided to form inside your lungs. You hear the room shifting, the faint rumble of stone reshaping itself until a new door forms in front of you. The room conjured up a washroom for you to freshen up and provided a new set of clothes for you to wear. “I’m sorry for the mess.” You apologize out loud and the lights flicker in response. 

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Astrid Cole’s office gave Cassandra weird vibes, something about the darkness of the room left an unsettling feeling in her gut. Believing that plants need natural sunlight and growing them in a dark room in the basement wasn’t a great idea. To Casandra’s luck, Astrid wouldn’t be back to the castle for a few days maybe even weeks. She skims the bookshelves in the lab and spots many advanced copies she has not read yet. Hope beamed in her chest, one of these books has to have an answer right?

She dropped the pile of books onto a nearby table and began to skim every page. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed for, eventually, her body felt heavy and her eyes were sore. Succumbing to sleep her head rested on top of an open book. 

Cassandra opened her eyes and noticed she was in a forest. Looking up the sky was dark and the air was cold, there was something familiar. Something wet dripped down the side of her face, placing a hand on the source she jolted at the sting. This cut and this place it was… Two years ago. She had returned to that night in the forest. Getting an off feeling she turns behind her to see a dark wizard standing behind her. Reaching for a wand that isn’t there she decides to run as fast as possible. She hears footsteps overlapping her own and eventually the sound of a spell shooting her way. Out of nowhere something shoves her out of the way, falling forward into the ground. She heard the sound of a spell impacting, hitting whatever pushed her out of the way. Slowly sitting up she rolls over to get a better view. 

Behind her she hears the sound of someone struggling to breathe, then the sound of plants growing rapidly. She turned and immediately found vines bursting out of your chest, traveling across your entire body and to the ground. Blood drips from the hole in your chest where the growth begins. Your breathing is weak and she spots flowers inside your open mouth. Her eyes meet yours and are now pale, she takes a step closer and you lunge towards her. 

Cassandra jumps up from her chair, and her heart and breathing beat rapidly. She looks around the unfamiliar room, calming down once she remembers the previous night. A yellow note catches her eye on a nearby map, indicating that Astrid is in London. She stands, adjusting her clothes and patting down her hair. Quickly making her way to the owl post to send word to Astrid. 

She runs to the room of requirement, only to find it empty. She sprints down the halls, checking every room. A painting shouts, startling her and making her take a few steps back. She eyes the portrait of a small knight infiltrating another portrait’s painting. 

“Good morning Ms.Vole.” 

Cassandra is out of breath, leaning against the wall for support. “How do you know my name?” 

“My name is Glosserick. I have known the trio for quite some time now, they’ve been my friends since the first year.” The knight spoke. “You look like you’re looking for someone, perhaps the sick one.” 

Cassandra stood still, unsure what to make of the movie portrait. “Go on.” 

“They stumbled out of the room of requirement, a couple hours ago. I’d say on their way to the astronomy tower.” 

That location made sense, knowing you liked to go up there for the scenery. It was an important place in history, a subject that she knew fascinated you since you were raised in the muggle world. She quickly ran up the many flights of stairs leading to the astronomy tower, finding you hunched over leaning against a wall. You made it to one of the halfway points, placing yourself in an empty hallway to not be seen by others. 

She took notice of how out of breath you were. “What are you doing up? You should be resting, not climbing flights of stairs.” 

Something within you snapped like you knew there wasn’t much time. Squinting your eyes to look up at her. Your entire chest twisted as if your bones were being crushed and piercing your organs. The words were on the tip of your tongue. 

“Cassandra I think I-” Your lungs began to burn again and you started to cough, letting the petals fall. While determined to speak, these petals were holding you back and tears began to fall. You put everything into just simply speaking knowing what little time was left. Just say the words. Those very few words that were left hanging the previous school year, were cut off by the sound of fireworks. 

“Stop it, you’re hurting yourself!” 

“I fancy you…” Your words were barely audible but Cassandra heard them loud and clear. Please. Tell me you feel the same, that it’s not just in my head. 

Grabbing her hands in yours, you pull them close, seeking comfort or reassurance. But she remains frozen, unresponsive. Desperation creeps in as you search her eyes, hoping to find an answer—any sign of what she’s thinking, of what she feels. For a moment your throat clears. 

“...” She opens her mouth to say something then immediately shuts it, her posture stiffens. Pulling her hands away and taking a step back from you. 

Your heart shatters, and your lungs collapse under the weight of it all, a searing pain spreading through your body like wildfire. Unable to suppress the petals crawling their way out of you, using all your energy to clear your lungs. Hacking a mix of petals, blood, and spit leave your mouth. Pushing yourself too far, your body gives out, unable to hold you up any longer as you collapse to the ground.

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This Unruly Heart pt.1

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

AO3

Summary: “Cass, I’ve been making to ask…what are we?”

It started as a mild cough and a dry throat—nothing too severe, just irritating…

A/n: Tis the season of love :) Next part will be out soon, gonna let this one settle in a bit.

*Shares are appreciated*

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Divider by: @saradika-graphics

“Cass, I’ve been making to ask…what are we?” 

Before summer came to a close and a new year at Hogwarts began, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It started as a mild cough and a dry throat—nothing too severe, just irritating. At first, you assumed it was something in the air, after all, seasonal allergies tend to come and go. But this particular cough lingered and followed you all the way to Hogwarts, a palace far from home.

You managed to suppress the coughing during the train ride, but climbing the many stairs left you easily winded. Luckily Ivy and Daniel were more than happy to help. Of course, they were concerned, taking time out of their busy schedules to help you out as well. Seeing the situation in person was much different than how you phrased it in the letters you exchanged. 

The two of them, along with the others (Lottie, Robyn, Kevin, Winifred, and Abigail) all believed it had to do with the dark magic in your body. Assuming that the magic that consumed your right arm stayed dormant, spreading internally to your lungs. After a thorough investigation with the headmistress and Madame Pomfrey, they concluded that the dark magic had not affected your lungs. Leaving you back to square one. 

As the weeks passed it slowly became worse. This cough was different than any other cough you had experienced. It felt like something was piercing the inside of your lungs like something was trying to exit with every cough. Eventually, it progressed to a scratchy throat, no matter how much water you consumed it was still persistent. You exerted more energy trying to breathe properly and you were more tired quickly. 

"Here, take this." Daniel handed you another colored potion he created to help soothe the pain, each stronger than the last. After a while, you grew used to the bitter taste, still unpleasant. 

"Are you sure Madame Pomfrey did all she could?" Ivy questioned, having gone to many appointments with you. 

After taking a few spoonfuls of your soup, the lingering bitter aftertaste leaves your throat and you reply, "There is nothing she can do, magic can only do so much. It’s tough to find a cure for a sickness you don’t know the origin of." There is a raspiness in your words, and your friend's faces grow more concerned. Noticing you catching your breath more frequently. 

While your friends are debating what to do, you spot familiar golden locks in the corner of your eye. You focus on her voice scolding the twin brothers in the distance. Turning your head slightly in curiosity, she whips her head in your direction. The two of you making eye contact hits you like a bus, causing you to readjust yourself quickly. Instead, you lose balance, falling out of your seat and all your friend’s attention turns to you. Feeling everyone’s eyes looking at you, a sudden itchiness surfaces in your throat. 

“Are you alright?!” Abigail dashed from where she was seated, helping you back into your seat. 

“What just happened?” Daniel questioned.

Sitting up you notice your vision is lagging behind a tad. Brushing it off you reach for a glass and drink some water. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought.” Sleeping had been tough, to say the least. Sometimes you’d wake just to start coughing up a lung and gasping for air. 

“Maybe you should take the rest of the day off,” Robyn suggested.

“I know you don’t want to miss too many classes but if you keep forcing yourself. You’re probably doing more harm.” Kevin pitched in. 

Daniel looked at you with concern, “I’ll bring your work over later with a fresh batch of potions.” 

Little did you know, this was just the beginning of a long lengthy sickness that slowly consumed your entire body.

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After being kicked out of the library you tried to distract yourself by practicing some dueling. You kept yourself busy for a little bit, being the only one in the room provided little distractions. All was good until Cassandra entered the room. You had been avoiding her, not wanting her to see you in such a terrible state. Your standing with her was uncertain, though the two of you had grown closer over the years. After mustering up the courage to ask, only to be cut off by fireworks you kept the question at bay. Over the summer you found yourself overthinking. 

The letters you exchanged over the summer were no different than the previous years. But this summer, more than ever, you longed to say the words you couldn’t. But whenever you started writing a letter you couldn’t find the right words, and many journals and pens were burned after a small fit of annoyance. After almost lighting your room on fire, instead of scarring your family with the fire alarms going off. You were hoping to discuss this in person with her. But then the coughing started which prevented you from approaching her, not wanting to die on the spot. A part of you hoped that if you stopped making contact she’d reach out on her own, you were proven wrong. 

Maybe it’s all in your head, the only one you discussed this with was your pet owl. All the bird did was look at you with confusion while comforting you in your time of need. Just thinking about the situation made your chest tighten and you felt a coughing fit surface. Almost causing a catastrophe by dropping your wand mid-spell.

Cassandra, who was on the other side minding her own business, grows annoyed at your constant coughing. She turns your way, "Will you cut that out, it's very distracting?" Irritation laced her words, knowing she had heard your continuous coughing in every class and throughout the castle. 

When you turn to face her, she is taken aback by your sick state. During classes and in the halls she never got a good look until now, the bags under your eyes were normal but you appeared much weaker. The color of your skin was pale, your breathing was ridged, and your clothes looked a bit bigger on you. 

For a moment she thought, were you earring properly? Then proceeded to brush the thought away, and she took a few steps closer to you. Your shoulders slumped, and looking down she noticed how you looked to be struggling to hold yourself up. 

There’s a dry feeling in your lungs and throat, your hand grips the center of your shirt. Swallowing, you put a weak smile on your face.“Don’t mind me, I’m sure it’s just allergies.” For the first time in a while, you met her gaze. 

A little bit unsettled by her glaring daggers and an unimpressed look on her face. "Clearly, you are incapable of taking care of yourself—again," she made sure to stress the final word. “I thought we talked about this last year.” You caught a brief glimpse of concern before she quickly rebuilt her walls. At least last year it was the stress of juggling classes and a tournament, this year was an entirely different challenge. “Get back to your room or I’m sending you to the infirmary room.” 

Playful yet serious she points her wand at you, eyes darting to the exit-a silent cue for you to start moving. You slowly exit the dueling room, and Cassandra follows suit. Placing your wand into your pocket not realizing something fell from one of the pockets in your robes. Cassandra lunges behind and waves her wand and the object comes into better view, a small pink petal lands in her hand. After carefully examining the petal, she realizes it’s from no flower she recognizes. Your coughing pulls her back to reality, and she quickly pockets the petal for further inspection.

As the two of you walked the coughing was nonstop, each fit worse than the last. Slowly getting worse from a dry throat to a deep burning sensation, the kind that left your chest aching. You can feel the petals crawling their way up, desperate to escape and scraping your throat with each ragged breath. A few tears welled in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pain of it all. Noticing your struggle, she reached into her pocket and handed you her handkerchief, her usual sharp gaze softening once again.

The two of you entered the Room of Requirement, the layout looked different than the last time she’d been here. The room always had a welcoming feeling, this time it felt as if someone had been using it more regularly. Her eyes land on a bed, the sheets all tangled and unkept, evidence that it had been occupied for the last few days. Belongings were scattered by the bed—a half-empty water glass and some empty potion bottles on the bedside table, and a few herbology books lying on the floor, making it clear that this room had become more than a temporary refuge. The truth was you’ve been sleeping here for the past couple of weeks because of your constant coughing complaints from nearby neighbors.

You make your way to the bed, almost collapsing on top of it in the process and forcing your body to sit up. Cassandra stood arms crossed, tapping her foot on the ground, waiting for an answer. Although, you weren’t even sure what question she was asking. The tension in the air hung thick as the taping continued and you searched her face for a clue. Unsure if her silence was an invitation to speak or something else. “You went to Madame Pomfrey about this correct?” 

You shake your head, unable to respond due to the burning sensation and you lift the handkerchief to your mouth. You tried everything to not cough, afraid that petals or blood would leave your lips thus creating greater concern. A sharp pain shot throughout the center of your chest and all you wanted to curl in a ball.  

Noticing your discomfort, she steps closer and you lean forward, resting your head on her. She brushes her through your hair while listening to your ragged breathing. Not wanting you to suffer anymore, she gently removes your robe and tosses it onto a nearby chair. Gently pushing your shoulders as you lay down on your back, then sitting beside you. You lower your hand from your face, your fingers clenching the handkerchief tightly.

“Cass-” You immediately start coughing again, aggressive enough that you force yourself to sit back up. Keep yourself present by clenching the handkerchief while pain spreads across your body and your vision becomes a bit spotty. Desperate to stay grounded instead of succumbing to the pain, you struggle to steady yourself. It didn’t help that your breath came in short, uneven gasps, only making it harder to regain control. No matter how hard you try the lack of air is making your vision blur. A gentle hand soothes your back and your shaking subsides. You didn’t want to be alone but you also didn’t want her to listen to his constant coughing. 

She places an ungloved hand on your forehead, your face is warm from the coughing and your cheeks are flush. “Let me grab some things from the greenhouse.” As much as she wants to stay she can’t just sit around and do nothing. 

After helping you lay back down, the room conjured a wet cloth to place on your forehead. As you do, your gaze lingers a bit too long on her emerald eyes, and a warmth flutters in your chest, momentarily cutting through the pain. She tries to hide her concern behind a stoic expression, but her eyes betray her.

Trying to suppress another cough, you speak quietly. “Cass I-” I like you. I want to be with you. Please tell me you feel the same. Tell me it’s true. Tell me it’s not all in my head. 

She cuts you off, almost as if she knew what you were dying to tell her. “Save your energy and get some rest. I’ll return soon.” 

The moment the doors shut, you let out all the suppressed coughing. Petals spill from your mouth, some landing on the handkerchief clutched in your hand while the others scattered on the bed and floor. You try to focus your vision on the now blood-splattered petals, each one varying between different colors and shapes. A glass of water conjured itself on the bedside table, and you drank until the taste of metal left your mouth. It only provided a temporary relief. A pounding in your head surfaced and your body felt heavy. Not long afterward, you fathered the petals in the handkerchief, tossed it aside, then closed your eyes and fell asleep

So it’s canon that m/c calls her Cass :)

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it's me and my gay fanfiction against the world

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Lunar New Year Moodboard

Coming straight from the wizarding world, Happy Lunar New Year to all :)

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HPMA M/C x Cassandra Vole Relationship Head Cannons: Questionnaire edition

This is definitely not a normal for me but in spirit of my creative writing class making me write… I’m cooking for Valentine’s Day with a 3 part story and it will be something. FYI these are my personal head cannons.

(credits for prompts at the bottom)

1. Who said “I love you first”?- Jax did, that story will probably happen. Someday. Where’s the in-game romance option?

2. How do they cuddle when they share a bed?- On rare occasions Jax will wrap their arms around her waist, resting their head over shoulder to listen to her heartbeat. They prefer their space and haven’t gotten used to sleeping beside someone. Cassandra is quite the opposite, always finding a way to curl up with Jax like a cat. But when she’s awake she’ll say Jax is the clingy one.

3. How has your muse changed since their relationship? In what ways do they rub off on one another?- Cassandra will casually use muggle slang since Jax uses it a lot, she finds herself cursing more as well. Jax finds themselves censoring their profanity and using stronger vocabulary. Their ways of speaking definitely swapped.

4. What was the first quirk of the other's which became endearing but annoying?- Cassandra used to find Jax’s theories about books, muggle video games, and films annoying with how much they’d dig deep into them. Focusing more on theories than schoolwork and distraction her as well with their rambling and late night talk sessions. The talks grew on her, she loves the way your eyes sparkle with passion and finds herself looking deeper into theories along with you. Jax finds Cassandra’s need to be the best to stand out from the crowns annoying. Always needing to one up everyone in fear of being forgotten was a deeper problem the two would work on. Which is why Jax would start talking about theories to distract her from needing to push herself too much.

5. What moment made them realize they're in love?- Jax realized sometime around their second year, Casandra never left their mind throughout the entire year.Their feelings strengthened during the whole dementor attack and tournament during their fourth year. As for Cassandra, it took about her fifth year. After spending so much time with Jax during the International Tournament she didn’t like being away during the summer after seeing them almost every day during the fourth year.

6. What foods do they swap or pick out of their food that the other will eat for them?- Jax isn’t a fan of squishy textures, for example flan. They ordered one on a date, never having tried it before. After taking their first bite they tried to hide the sour look but Cassandra immediately picked up on their discomfort, offering her slice of cheesecake instead and swapping for the flan. Cassandra isn’t a fan of croutons on her salad. The clash of textures throws her off balance so she’ll pick them out and pass them to Jax who is happy to finish them off. She has a fear that she’ll break a tooth eating one.

7. What is their favorite color(s) to see the other in?- Black. It goes with everything.

8. How does their casual intimacy look? What part of the body do they tend to innocently/comfortingly caress?- When the two first started dating, both were too shy to initiate anything physical. However Jax’s touch starvation became too irritable and they pushed themselves to make the first move. As time progressed the two will unknowingly reach for one another. Cassandra doesn’t always initiate the first move and still prefers Jax to do so. When near one another they always find themselves locking hands, however preferring skin on skin touch rather than touching a glove.

9. What was your muse's first impression of the other? How did it change over time?- Jax found themselves attracted to Cassandra at first sight, her bold personality scaring them off. Cassandra found Jax’s choice in friends interesting. Believing Jax deserved better, adding more odd characters to the group as the years went by. Once the two had something to connect over, like a near-death traumatic event, their relationship grew.

<I got all of the questions from @leneemusing

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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Merry Makeover

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader AO3 Summary: There's only one person in the school who can drag you away from your studies. Or overstudying. A/n: I love the new Abyssal Andnate outfit it is so gorgeous and Cass's new outfit for the passion puzzle, finally some inspo. I’d like to thank google for helping me with the outfit descriptions bc I know nothing about fashion. And a nice break from my other two longer fics.

Tell me your thoughts on the current season :) *Shares are appreciated* 1.7 words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Gentle snow fell onto the grounds of Hogwarts, a white blanket enveloping the school grounds. Creating an unusual quietness among the castle. You remained confined in your room, shielding yourself from the cold, while a storm brewed outside a different one was in your room. Books and notes lay scattered across every available surface—piles on the desk, papers spilling onto the floor. Your eyes strained, red and weary from hours of relentless study or deep contemplation, the lines of text blurring together. A headache had crept in a few hours ago, a dull ache spreading across your temples, while your body grew increasingly stiff from hours spent sitting on the edge of your bed. Every muscle seemed to protest, the tension settling deep into your shoulders and back, a reminder of the hours lost to study and silence. Exams before the holiday break were always a routine part of life, but now that you’re older, they feel exceptionally more challenging. Back then, you had a habit of studying until you crashed, and some of those patterns still linger. When stress runs higher than usual, you often forget to take care of yourself, slipping back into old habits without realizing it.

“Huh?” You hear a faint tapping, turning your attention to the window. An owl as white as the falling snow perched just outside, a note delicately clutched in its beak, its eyes watching you intently. As soon as you took the note, the owl swiftly took flight, disappearing into the snowy sky. You opened the letter and immediately recognized the fancy handwriting, squinting your strained eyes to read the penmanship. 

Stop overworking yourself and join me tonight in Hogsmeade. Don’t make me come up there, be thankful I even sent a letter.

Cassandra

P.S.

Clean up your appearance and wear something nice. I know you haven’t left your room for days. 

Your heart fluttered at the thought of her making the first move; usually, you were the one doing all the planning. But then, a wave of panic set in. You quickly closed the window, eyes darting around the room, and rushed to grab your wand lying on the center table beside your cauldron.

With a swift wave of your wand, papers and books lifted from the cluttered surfaces and began to dance through the air. One by one, the scattered notes, textbooks, and parchments glided toward the shelves, where they landed with precise accuracy, stacking neatly into orderly piles. 

After cleaning up the room, you rushed straight to the baths, ignoring the surprised calls from other students as you left your usual solitude behind. Thankfully, the baths were empty. As soon as you sank into the warm water, your body relaxed, the tension melting away. For the first time in what felt like forever, your mind finally stopped racing, settling into a peaceful quiet. Soft music played in the background, and the soothing scent of roses filled the air, adding to the calm. You thought about what you’d wear for the evening, coming to the conclusion you had nothing that would meet her standards. Sure you had nice clothing but she had already seen everything in your wardrobe and you didn’t want to disappoint. 

Thanks to the use of Floo Powder, you managed to reach Madame Malkin’s after a long run down Diagon Alley. You entered the shop, out of breath, trying to fill your lungs with warm air.

Madame Mallin turned your way, shocked by your appearance. Your hair was freshly washed but messy, and your clothes were all wrinkled. “Why hello dear, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last seen you. You look flustered, take a deep breath before you speak.” 

“Hello to you too. I was wondering if you have anything fitting for a special occasion.” You sat down on a nearby chair, fanning your face with your hand. 

“Another outing with that Slytherin girl? She has quite an interesting fashion taste.” The scissors beside her snipped a piece of fabric. 

You step further into the store and take a seat in front of the vanity. Brushes and scissors emerge from the drawers, immediately getting to work on your appearance. A light layer of makeup is applied, concealing the dark circles beneath your eyes. Brushes smooth through the tangles in your hair, and a spritz of product gives it a glossy shine. Once the products are satisfied with their work, you begin to browse through the racks of clothes. Most of them you already own and Madame Malkin appears from the entrance with an outfit you had never seen before. 

“This is my latest creation, I had a feeling you’d need something new to wear. It comes in three different varieties and will do wonders for the upcoming ball.” 

The outfit she held out was on another level. Abyssal Andante, what an incredible name. Every piece was tailored to your exact measurements. It is a black, tailored long coat with white fur or feather detailing around the collar, giving it a regal and sophisticated look. Underneath, there's a white, high-collared shirt with decorative accents. The pants are slim-fitting and dark, paired with black knee-high boots that add to the polished aesthetic. Accessories include dark gloves, a braided belt loosely dangling in the hip, and a necklace that features a delicate chain adorned with purple, diamond-shaped crystals or gemstones. The overall color scheme is monochromatic with touches of silver, adding to its luxurious appearance. 

After slipping into the final pieces of the outfit, a spark of confidence ignited within you. You felt as though you could balance on a flying broom or master a complex dance like a waltz. Once you finished paying for the outfit you ran to the closet fireplace and used floo powder to teleport into Hogsmemde. The chilly air blew off the ash and the sun was beginning to set. The smell of food traveled in the air, making your stomach growl. You passed by all the local places to eat but couldn’t find Cassandra, all except for- there’s no way. You started walking to Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shoppe, a wide grin on your face. 

Quickly stepping into the shop you were immediately met with an empty room. The air was warm, the smell of sweets wafting from the kitchen, and all except one table was left. In the center of the room sat Cassandra patiently waiting. Her outfit is a blend of elegance and fantasy with a dark and regal aesthetic. It features a fitted black top with long sleeves and intricate lace or embroidery detailing at the neckline. The top is paired with a flowing green skirt that sparkles subtly and has a sheer overlay with lace trim at the hem, adding depth and sophistication. The accessories include a black headband with a diamond pattern and earrings shaped like flowers. The look is completed with a black belt accentuating the waist and the overall theme of contrast between dark and vibrant green hues. You also notice she isn’t wearing any gloves. 

A teasing smile forms on your lips. "What an interesting choice of place," you remark, eyes twinkling with amusement.

She stares intensely, studying your outfit from head to toe. You feel a bit flustered realizing you overdressed, although it did the job of impressing her. “Yes, this place seems to have grown on me.” 

A towering arrangement of assorted sweets and delicate sandwiches gracefully floated over to your table. Alongside it, a steaming pot of freshly brewed tea was set down with a soft clink of porcelain. 

“I must say, I didn’t expect you to be so… dressed up.” She studied you once more, her eyes never leaving you as she took a sip of her tea. A faint pink hue rose to her cheeks, betraying a hint of warmth beneath her composed demeanor. 

“Only the best for the best.” A warm smile appeared, catching her off guard since you weren't usually so straightforward. You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, eyes leveling with hers. “Cass, I’d like to thank you for getting me out here.” 

“Of course, I knew you’d be here. After all, I’m sure you haven’t eaten properly in a while.” Although she had helped you break the habit of overstudying, she couldn’t help but feel upset seeing you fall back into those old patterns. It was hard not to feel frustrated, knowing how hard you’d worked to find balance, only to see the pressure of your studies take over again. The tension in your shoulders was clear, a sign of the long hours spent studying. Despite your effort to hide it, the bags under your eyes showed through the makeup, proof of sleepless nights. She wondered how much longer you could keep going before the exhaustion hit. Even though you tried to look fine, the signs of fatigue were obvious.

The frown on her face makes your heart ache, squeezing her hands in reassurance. “I wouldn’t miss a date with you for anything.” Both of your faces immediately turn red like the roses on the table, and both your bodies tense up. 

Eventually, her posture relaxes as she takes a deep breath. Then, to your surprise, she laughs, and the mood lightens. “If it means you stop burying yourself in books, I’ll take you out as many times as you’d like. Consider it a gift, not many get to spend so much time with such superiority.” 

The two of you spend the rest of the evening talking and eating, drifting from one topic to the next, laughter filling the air. There was a sense of comfort between you, the kind that comes from sharing a meal and letting the conversation flow effortlessly. As you savored the food, time seemed to slow, allowing you both to relax and enjoy the moment. The world outside felt distant, and in that shared space, everything seemed just a little bit lighter. 

While walking back to the castle side by side to escape the cold, a growing sound caught your attention from above one of the side entrances. You looked up to see a familiar plant creeping from the bricks—mistletoe. Without thinking, you pull Cassandra in for a quick kiss. The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss sparked a rush of excitement in both of you. It was a simple moment, yet everything felt electric, your hearts beating faster in unison as you pulled apart, eyes meeting with wide smiles and hearts full of joy.  

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Teasers to upcoming fics. (titles subject to change)

Will release first: “Silent Stars ”- Short fic highlighting the new outfits. Stop overworking yourself and join me tonite in Hogsmede. Don’t make me come up there, be thankful I even sent a letter.

“Tainted Blood”- How my M/C got their scar across their arm. Turning the skin pitch black along with dark veins creeping up their neck, stopping underneath their eye.

“This Unruly Heart”- Hanahaki au. “Cass, I’ve been making to ask…what are we?”

Since the holidays are coming up I’ll probably release them first (I get a lot of inspiration from being around family and need something to keep me grounded. A queer in a room filled with conservatives is tiring). Plus short stories are easier to push out without worrying about writers block and less worldbuilding.

Thank you brain for having concepts but not knowing how to execute them. I write these for fun so when there’s no more fun I need to walk away and wait for new inspiration. Seeing this new outfit and Cassandra’s for the fashion puzzle sparked some inspiration. The season story is alright, idk feels a little meh but that’s just me.

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Too Sweet Tooth

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader A03 Summary: Spooky season is here, you’re feeling a little unsettled by it all. What with all the dementors flying around. You need a little assistance in getting some sleep. A/n: Tooth rotting fluff (lol). Some spoilers for the Nightmare Before Halloween side quest. The main quest is lacking a little bit of Cass, also my M/C’s scar story is taking longer than I expected. *Shares are appreciated* 1k words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Since it was nearing the end of October, the entire castle was decorated for Halloween festivities. Pumpkins floated all over, different music was playing, and themed sweets covered the tables. Fake bats hung from the ceiling, and the ceiling's color was darker than usual. An image of the moon projected above, and stars danced in the night sky.

“Look guys, the Great Hall is all decorated again!” Ivy looked at the decorations in awe.

“Look at all these sweets." Daniel took a closer look at the cupcake tower on the tables, "Looks like some students have already started decorating them.” He picked up a few plain cupcakes for decorating. The three of you sit down beside Lottie, Robyn, and Kevin.

Your gaze was instantly drawn to the chocolate. There was an overwhelming amount—oh no. For a moment, your expression twisted in disgust, feeling nauseated at the thought of it. Surely, you had enough to last a lifetime.

Ivy grabs a few sweets, handing a few to you before placing the others in her bag. You wave your hand dismissively, “No more sweets, I can’t stand the taste right now. My drawers are filed with them."

“I’m excited to see what everyone will be dressing up as this year?” Lottie said beside you, looking up from her sketchbook. Having been spooked enough these past few weeks, you decided to wear something simple like an animal onesie. Maybe you could tempt Cass into matching-

“Check you those guys over there, think they’re all tough walkin around dressed up like dementors.” Robyn exclaimed, pointing over her shoulder to a couple Gryffindoor upperclassman a few tables away.

“There are always those few who will ruin it all. I’m sure some houses will be throwing parties now that quidditch season is picking up.” Kevin sighed, knowing if your house was going to throw a party no one would be getting any sleep that night.

“C’mon Kev have some fun.”

“Speaking of fun, what is everyone dressing up as this year?” You knew Lottie was working hard on her costume. Spending countless hours at Diageon Aly and Hogsmeade to find materials.

“Winifred and I are going as…”

Your attention lingers on the students dressed as Dementors; there’s something unsettling about their costumes. Shortly after Cassandra entered the room. Followed by the Frey twins clad in torn dark robes, probably to frighten the younger students. Ever since the dementor attacks, you realize, it’s been a while since Cassandra last directed her snarky remarks at your group. This was a relief, as meeting her in the library or the Room of Requirement would ease the tension.

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Hogsmeade, weren’t you just… Since when was the town so empty. Even with the attacks usually at least one other person is roaming the streets. As you visited each store, you were greeted by layers of dust, cobbles, and trash. You knew the shopowners very well and they would have never left the stores in such a messy condition.

When walked back outside to the end of the street something in the distance caught your eye. Why was there a giant chocolate frog on the edge of the town?! Just looking at it made you feel a little sick in the stomach.

You weren't going crazy. It seems like they were following you, another chocolate frog appeared on the other side of the town. So menacing especially since the town was so empty. When did a dementor get here?!

Ok so it was just a dream, luckily Daniel and Ivy were able to join you in the town to prove what you experienced was all a dream. Out of nowhere, this heavy fog emerged, separating the three of you. There was a familiar temperature drop in the air. Wait, is that Ivy in the distance? Another dementor!

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You immediately open, confused by what just happened. Apparently now chocolate is haunting your dreams. So much for the dementors scarring you, now you’re dreaming about chocolate. Maybe you should start handing it out to others or send it to Honeydukes due to the shortages.

You’re pulled from your thoughts, Cassandra stirring slightly above you. You were seated on a couch in the room of requirement, a blanket wrapped around the two of you, and the fireplace lit across from you. Ever since the dementor attack, your body has felt colder than usual, which makes sense considering a part of your soul was taken.

Before you fell asleep, you remembered Cassandra leaning against you as she drifted off. Not long after, you started to feel tired, so you adjusted your position to lie flat on the couch. You were certainly warm now, a little too warm. With the chilly weather, you switched to warmer pajamas, but now, with the added fire, blanket, and an extra person, you were starting to feel cramped. You couldn't bring yourself to wake her, knowing how hard she had been studying for the upcoming tests. Practicing the patronus charm took a lot of energy out of the user.

Luckily your wand was on the table, reaching out as slowly as possible so as not to disturb her you cast aguamenti to dim the flames. Not realizing you could simply ask the room to dim the fire, a bunch of hissing can be heard from the water evaporating. Your eyes widen, afraid you have just woken her up.

“Are you incapable of being still for more than a few minutes.” Cassandra groaned, and instead of lifting her head, she simply turned it to rest on your chest. She shifted her arms to wrap around your sides.

“I’m sorry Cass.” You apologized, placing your wand back onto the table and moving it to her back. Instinctively, you began tapping your index finger, only realizing it when she let out a sigh.

“What was it you were dreaming about?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Dementors.”

She caught the hesitation in your voice, “And?”

“There ware chocolate frogs all over the town. A giant one that looked so menacing.”

“Chocolate frogs?” It sounded absurd, but she didn’t say it in a teasing tone. Instead, she nuzzled closer to you.“Go back to sleep, it’s clear you’re losing your mind.”

Why couldn’t you just dream about something other than chocolate or dementors? As if you aren’t constantly thinking about them. It would be nice if you could have a normal year where things wouldn’t get too crazy, similar to Harry and his friends never catching a break.

“We should probably go back to the dorms before someone walks in.” As much as you didn’t want to move, the two of you weren’t the only ones who use the room. You knew almost everyone who roamed the halls after hours, especially curious foreign students.

Instead of a response you’re met with sounds of soft breathing. She resembles a cat which was a little funny having the reputation of being the Slytherin Princess and all. Looks like the two of you were going to stay here a bit longer, maybe you’ll finally be able to get some sleep.

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The next day you two were studying together in the Library, sitting side by side.

“So Cass, what are you dressing up as this year?” You face her, propping your chin on your hand.

She doesn’t bother looking up form her book. “Nothing, why would I?”

“I was thinking, what if we-” You were cut off by a flick to the forehead.

“No. Focus or you won’t pass the next exam.”

Before you shift your focus back to the books, you catch a small smile on Cassandra’s face before it disappears.

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Before The Light

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader A03 Summary: Did you hear about the recent dementor attack?! I heard it happened to a 4th year? I hear they barely made it out alive. A/n: Oogabooga, I am liking this new season so far. Finally, some more storytelling yippee. Spoilers from the new season 5 *Shares are appreciated* 1.5 words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Ever since the recent events in the Forbidden Forrest, you’ve felt like something was missing. Perhaps it was the memories the dementors fed off from. As if the International Tournament wasn’t draining enough, now a part of you was gone. Your friends tried to cheer you up but you missed this part that would remain gone. The memory of… of…While you walked the halls, you sensed that people were talking about you. People looked your way and then immediately turned to speak to their friends. 

"Did you hear about the recent dementor attack?" 

"I hear it was ... who snuck out." 

"A dementor?! I thought they were only located in Askaban!" 

"Serve them right for sneaking out at night and heading to the forbidden forest."

Heading into charms class you spot a letter on your desk, you know only one person who used this type of high-quality envelope and paper. The two of you had exchanged so many letters that the writing style had become familiar. Meet me in the courtyard after classes, and after reading the letter you stuffed it in your cloak pocket. Your day went by fast, your attention focused on something else aside from your nosey peers. 

Later that evening, you head to the courtyard, where Cassandra sits on the edge of the fountain. The moment she hears your footsteps, she turns toward you, her expression a mixture of disdain and concern.

“Tell me, are the rumors true?” Her emerald eyes seemed to pierce straight through your soul.

Knowing she would ask this question, you had rehearsed an answer in advance, but when the moment arrived. “I…” 

“You look a mess.” She remarks, her eyes scanning your appearance. Standing there, she exudes a looming sense of intimidation.

“Um…” Now aware of your appearance, you realize your uniform is a mess. Your clothes are wrinkled, with some parts tucked in while others aren’t. Dark circles shadow your eyes, poorly concealed by smudged eyeshadow that had faded hours ago, and strands of your hair stick out in disarray.

“So you did sneak out over curfew, what could possibly make you want to do that?” She crossed her arms and placed a hand under her chin, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Fisher snuck out and I didn’t want him to get hurt. Before I left the castle there was a hooded figure, I lost sight of him. I tried to focus on finding Fisher but I couldn’t. Then I felt this presence behind me, everything started to grow cold. I fired a vermillious charm into the air before I completely passed out. I was mere moments away from the dementor’s kiss. ” The feeling of having your memories taken from your soul resurfaced, everything felt cold and hollow. 

“Why are you always so worried for others when you can’t even look after yourself.” She pondered for a moment, eyes looking at the ground then back up to you. “Is that why you’ve been so mopey lately?” 

“I feel as if something is missing. That memory the dementor stole.” You crossed your arms, holding your chin in your hand trying to remember what exactly was stolen.

While searching for the missing memory a more painful one resurfaces. One that has been creeping in the back of your mind, a certain memory you replayed while you slept in the hospital. A memory that you kept under lock and key, assuming you had simply gotten over it. It doesn’t help that this specific incident happened in the same Forrest. The searing pain of green magic, the heartbreak of seeing someone you care about lying injured on the ground, and the unforgivable curse that escaped your lips.

When did this pressure surround your head as if you were deep underwater? There was this ringing in your ears and the air was thin like when you fly too high. Why was your scarred arm shaking violently? Why did you feel scared? What happened to your legs? Who is pushing you down to the ground? Were you falling? Cass…

“Hey! Eyes on me!” Cassandra was on your right, lifting your upper body off the ground. Your eyes met hers, were those tears? Since when was there a cut on the side of her face? “Can you hear me!” 

Your focus was entirely on her, a sharp pinch tugging at your heart. You lift your hand to the side of her face, tracing the cut that was once below her eye. You moved your thumb and traced the corner of her eye, wiping the tear that was about to fall. 

“Remember your breathing technique. Inhale. Exhale.” She took a deep breath in and exhaled in a pattern for you to copy. Eventually, your breathing returned to normal and you could hear her normally. No longer did it sound like you were underwater. “You’re in the courtyard at Hogwarts. Your friends are safe. I am safe. You are safe.” 

“I am safe.” You wrapped both our arms around her neck, fingers tangling in the curls of her hair. The two of you stayed in this position for a moment. For being the Slytherin Princess she was quite warm compared to your cold body. Eventually, the two of you made your way inside, moving to the Room of Requirement. The two of you sat in front of the fireplace, a bit of space remaining between you two and an awkward silence lingering in the air. 

“Has that been happening recently? I think you should talk to someone other than me.” 

“I can say the same about you.” 

“I’m serious… You could have…” There went the barrier, when she turned the tears had fallen. She was removing her gloves to wipe the tears and not let her mascara stain them. 

“Cass, please don’t cry.” You shifted closer, sitting on your knees and placing both your hands on her shoulders. Her eyes shimmered from the light of the fire.

“It’s your fault you know.” Reaching into her pocket she pulls out a necklace and places it into one of your hands. You gently hold the jewel in your hand. It’s a diamond-shaped green moss agate, on the top half was a crescent with black gems, and a V holding the gem in place. The pendant hangs from a silver chain. 

“When did you get this? It’s beautiful. Thank you.” Your heart fluttered at the thought of receiving such a well-thought gift from someone you, respected. You felt happy, a feeling you hadn’t felt the past few days ever since the attack. 

“There’s no need, I saw this a while ago back in Diagon Aly.” A warm smile on her face surfaced. She took the two clasps and connected the necklace to your neck. 

Wishing for a cup of hot conflate to enjoy a cup magically appeared to the left of you. Shifting into a more comfortable sitting position with your legs crossed you speak first, “I’ll speak to the Headmistress about that night. I can’t let the fear control me any further.” 

“No more going into the Forrest alone. Since you are so keen on saving others at least bring someone to keep an eye on your back.”

Knowing the spell to keep yourself especially others protected, there was a fire of determination within you to learn the patronus charm. 

After foolishly entering the woods by yourself and many close calls later, you miraculously haven’t gotten injured yet. Thankfully you ran into Harry Potter again, saving you from the wave of dementors. He instructed you through the process of summoning a Patronus. You were missing an important key, a very happy memory. His words echo through your mind while you search deep within your soul.

Silence runs and silent gazes. A gentle silence soothes your mind…

Let it all end. But remember the little things that keep you going…

Pain, fear, and loneliness. Deep in your memory, you faintly remember the sound of their voices…

Take a big breath. Your perseverance represents hope. Heroes are simply mortals, but their secrets is to never give up… 

Use your most important memory to focus the last of your conscious thoughts. You are perfect the way you are, beautiful and strong. 

“Expect Patronum!” Holding the necklace in one hand you wave your wand with the other and speak the incantation.

Power surges to the tip of your wand. You are surrounded by warmth. In the darkness, you make out the silhouette of a patronus. 

 A pale blue light dances through the air, transforming into the shape of an animal. The creature circles itself around you and makes its way into the night sky. 

A wave of dementors makes its way down, along the shore you hear multiple familiar voices. The creatures focus their attention on your friends, they raise their wands ready for battle. 

“Expectino patronum!” You shout the spell and wave your wand but feel nothing, no spark of light leaves your wand. Panic begins to surface and you try to look for Harry but can’t in the sea of dementors coming from all directions. Your gaze shifts to the frozen lake beneath you, its surface glistening like a sheet of glass, reflecting the world around it. Searching your mind for any remaining memories, the voice of the boggart also echoes through your mind. 

You are weak.

Happy memory. 

You’re going to fail.

Happy memory. 

You can’t even keep yourself safe

Happy memory… 

Something glimmers in front of you, catching the moonlight in a way that makes it difficult to look away. Your eyes take a moment to adjust and focus on the delicate pale jewel with veins of green hanging on your neck. Suddenly, as if deep within your mind has clicked open, a vivid memory begins to unfold before you, drawing you into its depths. The details were so clear like they had just occurred yesterday.  

“I guess a thank you is for taking care of my rose while I was unconscious.” Cassandra steps closer to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. Flustered she quickly leaves you alone in the greenhouse. 

You quickly glance at the necklace and back to your friends, multiple beams of light firing from all directions. “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” A surge of powerful light erupts from your wand, sending multiple beams rippling across the entire lake. Each wave pushes back dementors in the vicinity, creating a protective barrier around you and your friends. Once the area was safe you made your way to your friends who were unharmed on the shoreline. 

“Was that the patrons charm?” Keven wiped his glasses clean. 

“Yes, that’s quick the difficult spell.” Ivy commented. 

“Woah, I want to learn that spell as well,” Robin asked Kevin about the instructions to summon a spell. 

“Can you summon it again so I can paint it?” Lottie asked, quickly pulling out her sketchbook. 

“I knew you could do it, now can we please get out of this cold?” Daniel pointed in the direction back to the castle. 

“Let’s all get inside now.” Harry Potter cast his patrons to lead the way back, the group now filling the deer. 

Walking side by side with Cassandra she whispered, “You continue to impress me, though next time do so in a less dangerous situation.” 

You knew this wouldn’t be the last time you’d encounter those creatures, luckily you were now equipped with the skills to defend yourself. It’s a shame your memories were taken once again, now that your friends are safe there will be many new memories to flourish.

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Green Eyed

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader

A03

Summary: Set in the summer between years 6/7, working a customer service job has you drained. Someone isn't a fan of all the attention you are receiving.

A/n: No I didn’t transfer my account to NE and continue to play on WB cuz mobile is very convenient. Don’t ask how I got the heritage outfit again and lost the free scholar robes. I also didn’t know you could look at outfits you don’t own sooooo yeah I’m having fun with that.

*Shares are appreciated*

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You didn’t mind working at the Three Broomsticks; you’d always enjoyed the atmosphere as a patron. There was a sense of independence that came from earning your own money. Now that you were earning your galleons there was no longer a need to make a trip to Gringotts. Given the uneven exchange rates between currencies, you felt guilty asking your parents for money for school supplies or other expenses. Especially now that you are taking more advanced courses as well as growing out of your old clothes. There is something bittersweet about no longer fitting in your old uniform, when you first came to Hogwarts you were so short. 

While the interior decor made the inn feel cozy certain clientele weren’t the most favorable, 

Rowdy drunk adults or bothersome teens disrupted the peace, making your shift more unbearable at times. Your regulars were very kind and respectful, adding a positive touch to your shift. The least favorable was when you had to suck up to them, the sides of your face becoming sore from wearing a permanent smile. You were hoping not to run into too many classmates over the summer, but there has recently been an influx in the dining hall.  Specifically, girls from your year, many of them tried to make small talk which you were horrible at. Some of the more popular girls who had never batted an eye before were now complimenting your appearance. You weren’t sure where this attention towards you came from.  

Maybe it was the outfit you were wearing because at school you mainly wore a uniform. You wore a white long-sleeve button-up with cuffed sleeves tucked into black pants, and the first two buttons were undone. Over the shirt, you wore a brown buttoned vest with a black apron tied around your waist and a pair of black sneakers. You wore a singular glove on your right hand, covering your scarred skin.

You were fairly average-looking, though there were many others in your class who were gifted with better genetics. Being on the shorter side thanks to your genes, you weren’t the most athletic or smartest. Recently you started to slick your hair back with a couple of pieces hanging in front of your face. You preferred having longer hair and decided to style it differently once your bangs had become too long.  The dark veins creeping up the side of your neck to your jaw weren't the most attractive.

“Alright here is your food, anything else you need ladies.” You eyed the four girls at the table, wiping your hands over your apron. 

“Mind telling me when you get off work?” Amanda was her name, Hufflepuff, she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, on the Quidditch team. She rested her head on her hand, leaning casually against the table.

It took a second for you to register her question. “I do apologize I am working a double today. If that’s all I’ll be going now.” You awkwardly laughed while scratching the back of your head. 

The rest of the shift was fairly average, with a few mail addresses written on napkins here or there which you would throw out immediately. After a while, you weren't in the mood for small talk and just wanted your extended shift to be over. While you were busy attending to several tables, you didn’t notice a certain blonde enter the inn. It wasn’t until you glanced over to her usual spot that you realized she had arrived. She sat on the second floor, always watching you work no matter how much she denied it. 

"You're early, I won't be off for a while." A genuine smile crossed your face for the first time, and your heart fluttered. You brought Cassandra a cup of iced black tea with lemon and a cup of fruit. She wore a long Victorian-styled velvet emerald dress with flowers embroidered around the bottom, long sleeves, and ruffles along the edges. She had clearly put in extra effort, with her hair styled in a French braid ponytail and her makeup carefully applied.

“I already got what I needed from Bewildering Blooms, it’s much too hot outside.” She made a gesture with her hand for you to lean down, took the napkin off her lap, and patted the sweat off your forehead. 

“I hope you don’t mind, I’ll probably fall asleep on the train later. All this socialization has been very draining.” The two of you were going to do some sightseeing in the city of London. You had saved enough galleons and were very excited to be spending time with Cassandra. 

"Watching you run around frazzled is quite entertaining. What did that Hufflepuff girl want?" She questioned, gently placing a piece of fruit in her mouth to avoid ruining her lipstick. 

Quickly answering, "She was asking me when my shift ends. Not entirely sure why."

“Hmph.” Cassandra turned, focusing her attention on the lively patrons on the floor below.

The last few hours of your shift were a bit of a blur, thankfully you didn’t have to break up a bar fight. You waited at the table for the current Gryffindor Prefect, Emily, a skilled duelist you had encountered many times. Unlike her friend, she only gave one-word sentences. Until her friend broke the silence.

“Would you like to go out with my friend over her who is too shy for her own good?” The question came from a voice you had never heard before, Emily’s friend was a new face.  

You paused for a moment, stunned by the bluntness. Emily was clearly embarrassed by her friend’s actions she apologized. “I...You seem very nice. Though I have to decline.” Wait is that why so many girls were seeking your attention with the small talk and the letters ohhhhhh.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, Emily’s friend commented. “Why not, it's not like you're seeing anyone.” Ok, you were ready to simply walk way. The comment set something off inside you. 

“Are these two bothering you?” Cassandra approached from behind, wrapping her arm around yours. “Madame Rosemetta says your shift is over.” 

“Ahh, thank you.” You turn towards the table, “Enjoy your evening.” You lead Cassandra to the second floor towards the room you were staying in. You quickly rinse yourself off and change into more comfortable clothes. A white button-up underneath a black sweatshirt tucked into a pair of black pants. 

“Thank you for stepping in.” 

Exiting the bathroom you find Cassandra seated on the edge of your bed. “I shouldn't have to. I have to admit you are a bit dense.” While your relationship wasn't a secret, neither of you had openly displayed affection in public.  

“Well, I think you’ve made quite the statement.” You commented, quickly glancing at her through the mirror while fixing your collar. 

“I don’t like seeing others throwing themselves at you.” She pursed her lips and crossed her arms.

“Jealous are we?” You teased, slowly walking towards where she sat.

“Hmph as if.” She expressed, quickly turning her head to the opposite side. 

Standing in front of her, you pushed up your sleeves, ran a hand through your hair, and then gently placed your scarred hand beneath her chin, lifting her face until her eyes met yours, “Well, this dense idiot all yours my dear.” Flustered, her breathing hitched.

She took your hand, hastily grabbing your bag before leaving the room.  Walking through the crowd of busy patrons, hand in hand, Cassandra scanned the room. Just before reaching the exit, she paused, making sure your classmates were watching, then pulled you in for a quick kiss before hastily leading you out of the inn. A smirk plastered her lips as she confidently strode to the train station.

The two of you bought your tickets and sat in a private compartment. The door was shut to block out extra noise, your belongings were placed on the shelf above, and the seats were very comfortable. The rhythmic sound of the train gliding along the tracks created a soothing white noise in the background. You laid down on the seat, using Cassandra’s lap as a headrest.

“You know my friends are going to hound us when we get back to school right?” You were staring into those beautiful green eyes.

“At least now you can work without being bothered by other students.” She gently traced the dark veins on the side of your face. 

“That explains the influx in attention towards me, I assumed they were just being nice. I’m pretty average and all.” 

“You’re not entirely average. But I do expect you to turn them down without freezing up.” 

“After your stunt, I’d say I won’t have to worry about that.” Your eyes grew heavy from the soothing sound of the train and the gentle sensation of her fingers tracing your scars. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep while she read to keep herself busy. Occasionally she’d look down at your sleeping form and a soft smile appeared.

Pt.2 london tour anyone? I’m having way too much fun with the full mirror btw