[HP] Missy and Mischief

Although Cassandra relaxed her tense nerves when she heard the familiar voice, she still groped in the dark and gave the person behind her a hard pinch——

"Weasley! What's wrong with you, insisting on hiding in some hidden corner like your stupid brother and savior, and then jumping out to scare others? Next time I might petrify each of you, and then Stand here and wait for Filch's favor, he will be overjoyed to have you!"

"—you're getting meaner and a little sickly funny," said one of the twins behind her.

"And we don't have that stupid badge to legally night travel," another snickered.

George Weasley raised his wand and ignited a blue bellflower flame in an empty jar, so a corner of the abandoned classroom finally lit up.Cassandra was able to see, too, a large Gryffindor squatting on the old desk across from her—God, Fred was much taller than Ron, his loose shirt collar was open, and he could vaguely see it. I can see the outline of a muscle.

Like a vigorous cheetah, he jumped off the desk and stood in front of Cassandra, casting a shadow that covered the moonlight outside the window.

Fred was half a head taller than Cassandra, and his shoulders were terribly broad. She already knew it when he carried him out of the Forbidden Forest last time.And now, when she was facing Fred from a safe distance, the pressure could no longer be ignored—his bright blue eyes looking down at her, his high nose, and lips that looked so soft— —

Cassandra felt her cheeks heat up uncontrollably, as if the air between them had been sucked away by Merlin, her mind went blank, she took half a step back, but hit George's solid chest behind her .

—She was sandwiched between two tall boys, like a baked biscuit.

"You—you'd better have some real reasons to convince me, I have other urgent things to do." Cassandra said sternly, trying to hide the vague sense of shame.

"Well, if it's important to help Filch's old bum on night watch." Fred raised his eyebrows, moved his steps slightly and stood leaning against the wall.

Cassandra wasn't sure if he saw her red earlobes.Maybe she could lie about frostbite?

"We've come to you to admire the latest masterpiece of the prankster, Miss Muse," said George mysteriously, putting his hands on her shoulders. "It's not that we have to sneak around in the middle of the night—"

"—Sneaky," Fred continued, taking out a lump of something from his pocket and putting it in Cassandra's palm, "it's because it likes dark environments and will Glide fast."

A cute fluff ball in the color of strawberry cake fell on the palm of her hand, making a buzzing sound, soft and chubby, and a warm heat was transmitted to her hand through the glove.

"Oh! Is this a... velvet?" Cassandra widened her green eyes, looking at the little creature in her palm in amazement.

Fred snapped his fingers: "You're right, but not quite right. This is the dwarf puff we just successfully researched recently. Do you like it, Miss Prefect?"

George touched the tip of his nose: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for your genius idea of ​​'making the snails smaller and bringing them into schools', which awakened us..."

Cassandra ignored them, and her attention was already fascinated by this magical animal like a chick. Her slender fingers poked on the surface of the furry ball, poked it again, and the plush wobbled to and fro, making a "cuckoo!" Chirping" protest.

Her favorite color is pink!

George shook his head, and said helplessly to Fred: "I told you that there is no girl who would not like this kind of cute gadget. Ginny was going crazy when she saw us playing the velvet like a Bludger... "

Cassandra looked up, the heat on her face had completely faded, thanking the twins for the excellent diversion - "Is this a pet for me? Not a half-finished prank?"

"Don't worry, we have tested it many times, it will not attract monsters." George said jokingly.

"It won't suddenly grow fangs and bite off your fingers or something. Pygmy cattails only eat dust, spiders and bugs, so they can be regarded as helpers in the dormitory cleaning." Fred continued.

George looked at Cassandra seriously, and said softly, "It belongs to you, Cassandra. Is this an early Christmas present?"

Cassandra often couldn't tell when they were joking and when they were telling the truth, but when he calmed down and looked deeply at his brows and eyes, she had the illusion that she was about to drown in blue eyes.

"It's really not easy to find you in the castle. We've been waiting for three days." Fred said with a smile.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Cassandra carefully put the pygmy puff into the inner pocket, and now she can feel a steady stream of heat radiating from the pocket.

If Defense Against the Dark Arts had this on it, maybe she wouldn't be thrilled by the dementor chill?

"Then could you please help us do a product review, dear Miss Wolflin?" Fred pretended to pull out a quill and a small roll-edged notebook from his butt pocket. "What do you think of the Pygmy Puff? Will it fetch a good price?"

"Hmm..." This is the first time Cassandra has received such a request. She racked her brains and tried to describe her feelings: "It's very cute and the color is beautiful. It should be convenient not to take care of it. Can it be sold? Go... how do I know? I'm not the owner of the Diagon Alley shop..."

It wasn't until seeing the twin brothers laughing and not writing a word in the notebook that Cassandra realized that she had been cheated by the brothers again.

"How can you be such a boring person!" She gave them a savage look from her beautiful green eyes.

"We don't just sell the Christmas presents we give away." Fred sat back on the broken table he had stepped on, and pulled George together.

Cassandra hesitated, then sat down on the dusty table too.

To hell with those aristocratic manners!It was deserted anyway, and only Fred and George knew about it.

Fred looked at her in amazement, and poked George: "Look, Missy has been spoiled by us."

Cassandra pulled the hood off, and her blond hair, like flowing liquid gold, poured over her shoulders. She said uncomfortably, "Don't take you so seriously. Speaking of which, I want to ask you— What were you all thinking about when you summoned the Patronus in the morning?"

"Ah, that's a good question. I guess the two of us must be thinking the same thing. After all, all the happy times are together." George stroked his chin and recalled: "Let me think about it, it was probably when we were young that we got together. When Eun's doll turned into a giant spider—”

"Mommy gave us each a big plate of baked meatballs and when Percy didn't—"

"When elected Quidditch batters together, and smacking the other side—"

"Also, take the report card home, and say openly that you don't want to get high scores like the previous three brothers, and just want to be happy every day."

"Why?" Hearing this, Cassandra finally interrupted their impromptu performance, frowning and asked: "Why can you not care about other people's eyes? I mean, grades will not affect your making friends Is it?"

"You sound like our mother now," Fred murmured, "'You two are going to take all your Gryffindor points and the others are going to put your heads in the toilet'. Actually, Grades have nothing to do with popularity."

George said gently, "We don't live for other people's expectations, Cassandra. If you feel stressed out, or life isn't fun anymore, just let it be."

Cassandra looked at the two identical red-haired twins in front of her, seeming to be judging the authenticity of their words, and then she was shocked to find that they really didn't care about other people's expectations, and only lived for their own happiness.

"I understand." She took a deep breath, jumped off the table, and wiped off the dust on the skirt and cloak, and she turned back into the arrogant and unapproachable young lady.

"By the way, we also have a long-standing question——" Fred called out to Cassandra who was walking outside the classroom, "Why do you always wear gloves?"

Cassandra stopped and turned around, the moonlight was blocked behind her, her expression was blurred, only her red lips were slightly raised, like a rose watered by blood, like a burning ambition.

"It's a secret. Maybe someday I'll tell you—who knows?"

She disappeared into the night just as she had come.

.....................

After Cassandra and the twins parted, she continued to go up the spiral staircase until her legs were sore, and she walked to the Astronomy Tower, which was the highest place in the entire castle.

She had a hunch that if she couldn't make it tonight, maybe she wouldn't make it again.

It was clear that the cold wind from the tower in the deep winter made people feel chills all over, but Cassandra felt a flame burning in her heart, and the fiery emotion was pounding her whole body, and she could clearly feel that something different was happening.

When she looked up, there was a clear and deep night sky above her head, and the full moon was shining like mercury; when she looked down, the black outline of the Forbidden Forest stretched far and far away, and the black lake was frozen like a mirror. Don't go, the magic is stirring in her blood.

Cassandra took off her gloves, and between her slender fingers covered with scars, blue and white electric arcs jumped and flowed, emitting dangerous rays of light.

She pulled out her wand and said clearly, "ExpetcoPatronum!"

It stands to reason that she should recall happy events, like thunderclouds gathering above her head, and the power of lightning and storms at her disposal...like camellias blooming in a storm...like when she thought no one would come to her rescue At that time, a reliable figure appeared in the forbidden forest...

But she didn't think about anything, because she was happy enough tonight.

To hell with perfection!Here she is, her soul hovering in the wind and sky, her power no longer needs breakthroughs and limits—

Something broke free from the tip of Cassandra's wand, not a hair-thin cloud, but a brilliant silvery-white bird.She looked at it intently, like a swallow, gliding past her gracefully, circling around the spacious observatory, its sharp wings brushing over her fingertips, but it didn't hurt her at all.

Cassandra saw it.

This is a petrel, the prophet of storms.

But when she reached out tremblingly to touch its feathers, she was dodged, and the sensitive bird flew out of the window, trailing silver mist behind her.

Between the vast sky and the castle, petrels are flying proudly like silver lightning.

Cassandra laughed.It was a small smile at first, and then it widened into a wanton laugh that nearly brought her to tears of joy.

She thought that she would never be controlled by too powerful a force again.

"Fly, fly to a higher place!"

She lifted the high heels in her hand, stepped on the cold marble with her bare feet, and ran briskly down the castle's revolving steps.

Petrel's Patronus spreads its wings in the night sky just outside the window, like the externalization of her inner madness and adventure, it flies, like a spirit, - proud, black storm spirit - it is laughing, Howling again the powerlessness of lightning and dark clouds!

The petrel shot like an arrow through the gap between the tower and the turret, scalding a silver-white crack in the black night sky, and its wings startled the gentle moonlight.

Cassandra ran panting, the silver petrel reflected in her pupils, like an unfading proof.

She didn't know that many people didn't sleep tonight.The silver-white patron saint broke into their field of vision like a magnificent phantom.

——In the principal's office on the eighth floor, Dumbledore was wearing a purple nightcap, and his thin fingers were slid across a blank photo frame, as if wiping away dust that didn't exist.

Fox croaked softly. He raised his head sharply and found a cute Patron Petrel curiously staying by the window for a moment, fluttering its wings randomly and flying away.

Dumbledore smiled softly: "Oh, there are always students who are fascinated by Hogwarts at night...but I don't think that's a bad thing."

He took off his half-moon glasses, and his piercing blue eyes showed a hint of nostalgia.When he summoned the Patronus for the first time, what was he happy about...

——Fifth floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.

Remus Lupine was trying to calm his breathing.Snape watched him finish his glass of Wolfsbane, making sure he didn't turn into a sane werewolf, but that didn't mean he wanted to be seen in a full moon of pain.

The wolfbane potion can ensure that he will not lose his mind, but it seems more painful to wake up and feel how he has become a wolf step by step.

The tightly drawn curtains were blown up and down by the night wind, but it was only a split second, enough for a werewolf with strong night vision to see the petrel flying in midair. —It is so silvery and dazzling that it overshadows the brilliance of the moon.

Lupine turned his eyes back to his furry, scarred wolf paws and sharp claws that were shining with cold light, and smiled wryly: "If I can also appear in front of everyone like the Patronus..."

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