[HP] Missy and Mischief

1994, April 8.

The location, the Quidditch World Cup in England, in the tent of the Weasley family.

"Hey, where are you going?" said Ron, taking his attention away from the wizard chess board and watching Fred and George warily.Harry and Hermione looked up too.

They were leaning shoulder to shoulder and preparing to raise the curtains of their tents, defying Molly's stay-at-home orders because of hundreds of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes orders found under their beds.

"Go get water." "Go for a walk."

They both said in unison.

"Anyway, we think it's really boring to stay here and wait for the game to start like a little brother." Fred had a smirk on his face.

"Goodbye, Harry, don't lose again with Hermione's help." George quickly threw a modified version of the Flierbar fireworks on the ground, and before Ron rushed over, a puff of smoke rose and they disappeared.

"It's really hard to find a quiet place at home to write letters. Since Bill and Charlie came back, I have to worry about turning over and not falling out of bed," Fred complained.

They walked between thousands of large and small tents with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The lawn at night was full of dew, which wet the bare ankles of the two brothers.

"That's not the main reason. If we hadn't had a big fight with my mother, she wouldn't be monitoring every letter we send for new orders," George said.

Fred stopped and asked him, "Do you regret it? Or do you want to be like Percy, an insignificant clerk in the Ministry of Magic, holding back at home every day to write stupid reports about how thin the bottom of the cauldron is?"

"Never," George replied curtly.

"But thanks to Cassandra, we have five O's, otherwise Mom might not have let us watch the World Cup." Fred softened his sharp tone, obviously realizing that he shouldn't be mad at his brother.

"If the old bat would give us an E instead of a P, maybe our order wouldn't be set on fire." George said: "E stands for exceeding expectations. I think we both deserve an E in every class, because Going to take the test is beyond expectations.”

Fred quacked and laughed with George.

By the lamps hanging from the corners of other wizards' tents, they began to read a crumpled letter stuffed in their pockets.

The letter was written in a dark red ink with gold powder and fragrance. It seems that such an elegant and neat font should not appear in a tattered letter, but this happened so logically, just like a Si Lytlin's letter to two Gryffindors is the same, bizarre, but exists...

"Keep away, or the water from the fountain will wet the paper," Fred reminded.

The tent next to them belonged to an unknown family, and there was a garden in front of the door, which contained a birdbath, a moon phase instrument, and a singing fountain.The tent inside is even more strange, with a lot of expensive silk used, and a few white peacocks pacing arrogantly tied to the entrance.

George cleared his throat and began to read: "Mr. Weasleys: I have received your letter. I am currently in Paris, France, where the weather is fine and the temperature is suitable..."

He stopped and turned to the next page.

Fred looked at him inexplicably: "What's wrong? Go ahead."

"...the first page is a meaningless description of Paris weather and Muggle cityscapes, that's it," said George dryly.

After staring at each other for a while with Fred, they finally decided to start with something meaningful.

"...Forgive me for not being able to grasp the wonderfulness of the ancient game of Quidditch, and I am deeply sorry for your invitation, because I will spend the whole summer vacation in France... To be honest, I was surprised when I received your letter , Of course, I would be even more surprised if your grades don’t have five O’s, so I don’t need to say much about the effect of the meticulous herbalism and transfiguration notes.”

Fred: "If she's in front of me, I'll give Missy a hand kiss or something. But since these flamboyant tents have nothing to do with her, why don't we just focus on the point?"

"Guess what," George said helplessly, "Among the various modifiers, Cassandra only has three meanings—"

"One, she's on vacation in Paris, so she won't be watching Stupid Quidditch; and two, she says she's aware of a major change at Hogwarts next term—"

"What is it?" Fred threw back the Irish team's green scarf, snatched the parchment, squinted his eyes, and exclaimed, "She didn't write it!"

George shrugged and raised his exaggerated super tall clover hat, "Third, he asked us to reply to the letter as soon as possible, and complained that his letter was a bit long."

In fact, Cassandra ends the letter by saying: "Although the length of this letter may be a bit inappropriate, it seems to me that it fits three sheets of paper, and it looks long only because it is too long. Without writing, my quill needs a little getting used to the ink."

Fred plucked his hair, found a bald quill from a pile of odds and ends in his pocket, and handed it to George, "Then follow Cassandra's request, be concise and to the point, the shorter the better? "

George thought for a while and felt that what he said was right, so he only spent 3 minutes writing a reply letter to the eldest lady on a piece of relatively clean parchment——

Dear Cassandra:

How are you, we're both doing okay.

I wish you a good time in Paris, I heard that French girls are very good-looking.

What's going to happen next semester?We can't wait to be a part of it.

The World Cup is about to start, Viktor is great, but it feels like Ireland will win, we decided to find a way to bet, Merlin bless.

good luck! ! !

G&F

Fred took it over and looked it over, and found that he didn't find a single redundant word, and signed his name at the end with satisfaction. Like "G", it took up almost 1/4 of the paper, which was quite wild.

"Then how are we going to send it?" said George. "I'm afraid Errol will die before he gets to France."

Fred blinked, took out a palm-sized little owl from his pocket, tied the letter paper to its ankle ring, grinned and said, "I brought Ron's piglet before I went out." , and is still fainting because of the Portkey."

"Wait, it's too insincere to just send a small piece of paper." George rubbed his chin, rolled his eyes, and caught the attention of the nearby white peacocks, "We plucked a few peacock feathers down, it shouldn't Be discovered."

……

Two identical big boys stood amidst the bonfire and lights in the camp, looking up at the owl flying to a distant place with the letter.

Behind them are peacocks with drooping heads, shrunk to look like quails, and no longer walk with their heads held high.

………………

1994, April 8.

Location: Avenue Saint-Germain, Paris, France.

"You can't let me carry these packing boxes alone!" Cassandra complained to the elegant white-haired lady next to her in a low voice, "We can call your servant to help—"

"Pay attention to your wording, Kassa. Those are my designer apprentices, even if they are no different from house elves, you can't call them servants." The elegant white-haired lady - Cassandra's grandmother, Gabi slowly Said: "You're the one who insists on buying Ralph's brand new latest limited edition, American Fool streetwear, and don't complain about carrying the box. You can whip out that funny little stick, can't you?"

Cassandra regretted that she didn't change into a pair of comfortable flat shoes to go shopping with her grandmother.This terrifying and powerful Muggle woman, although she is over sixty years old, still maintains a lot of energy and the extraordinary ability to walk in ten centimeter high heels.

"I can't use my wand casually during the summer vacation, and on the Muggle streets with people coming and going." Cassandra coquettishly said in a dissatisfied tone, "Why don't you go to Maple Leaf Walking Street?"

"Because I refuse to go under skirts to get into anything, not even a bronze statue."

Gabi's green eyes under the sunglasses glanced at the spoiled girl, shook her head with a smile, and pushed open the door of Flore Cafe on the corner.

"I heard that the British Ministry of Magic needs to stand in a toilet to be flushed."

"That was chosen by your parents."

They sat near a corner, opposite a mahogany wall and a white leather sofa.The store door was not closed tightly, and the afternoon sun blew over the corners of their skirts with a blazing wind and the fragrance of flowers, making people feel a little drowsy.

"Are you really planning to spend the whole lunch outside? Herbert and Lucia haven't seen you for a long time, and they should miss you very much." After Gabi ordered a lot of desserts, he put the menu "snap "Closed it with a bang and handed it to the waiter, who quietly withdrew, as if he had never been here before.

——This is Gabi’s status as the founder of Chloe in Paris, the fashion capital.Even though she has stepped down, her influence still exists in all aspects.

"I hate family dinners, and Dad's bound to get into an argument with Uncle Geoffrey, they haven't had a normal lunch," Cassandra said quietly, sarcastically.

"It's not surprising, little Herbert is full of Muggle wizards and wizards... It's strange, his father and I are obviously not such people." Gabi skillfully lit a lady's cigarette, and put it between her red lips Satisfied to take a breath.

"So, it's a girl talk at noon today? Why is it so unhappy, Cookie?"

Cassandra forked a piece of lemon tart and stuffed it viciously into her mouth: "...it wasn't the letter from the owl that hit the window like a cannonball in the morning! I have never received such a brief letter. A A reply letter, only 100 words! I believe that even an illiterate wizard cub can read it without trouble-"

"So, is the addressee of the letter a man or a woman?" Gabi interrupted her with interest, her fingertips filled with smoke, "I remember you never contacted your friends during the holidays, and Lucia worriedly let you Owls sent me letters saying you couldn't make friends at boarding school..."

"I don't need friends!" Cassandra blushed in embarrassment, but there was still a little cream on the corner of her mouth, which was extremely cute.

So Gabby just pulled the letter—or rather, the note—from her pocket.

"Dear Cassandra..."

"Oh, it must have been written by a boy—or two not-so-bright boys." Gabby said with a smile, "And it must be from your side? I mean, a wizard?"

Cassandra: "Exactly." She couldn't believe it when she first got the letter... how dare they!She was just being modest in the last sentence of her letter, and they followed suit, stupidly—

"Oh, honey, if that's what you're expecting short--"

"I don't expect that."

"Then what answer do you want?"

Cassandra: "I don't expect to send out three pages and get back six pages, but they should at least be as rigorous as me to write what happened during the entire vacation! If not, I might ignore them for a month at the beginning of school, saying to do it!"

Gabby picked up the coffee cup, hiding his ridiculous expression behind the cup——

It's nice to be young, but I don't know if her little Kasha's dance partner will be one of the people who wrote the letter at some school reunion held by the wizards?

After all, in the process of waiting for the letter, the girl's apprehension and anticipation were all seen by her eyes.

The author has something to say:

Cassandra's family composition:

Mother: Lucia Selwyn-Wolfflin (Legal Affairs Department of the British Ministry of Magic, British Pure Blood Witch, graduated from Slytherin)

Father: Herbert Wolflin (Ministry of Magic Foreign Office, half-blood wizard, graduated from Slytherin, influenced by blood theory)

Uncle: Geoffrey Wolflin (designer, took over from mother, Muggle)

Grandfather: Yarman Wolflin (Master of Magical Herbalism, former member of the Witch Party, exiled in France and England successively, English-German mixed-race wizard, graduated from Hufflepuff, did not go to Durmstrang because of Germany is in long-term high-pressure terror)

Grandmother: Gaby Aggiou-Wolfflin (designer, founder of Chloe brand, French Muggle)

I checked dozens of century-old brands, and finally let a respectable Muggle woman act as Cassandra's grandmother. I think her temperament is completely inherited to Cassandra, and Cassandra has unlimited latest models It is possible to wear the costumes (the prototype is Little Sheldon's Meemaw, she is super cool), and will appear many times in the future.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Don't Jing Honglu 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 124 bottles of Xiaowu Weiliang; 1 bottle of sexy potatoes for love;