[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra vaguely felt that she seemed to have done something wrong.

After she deliberately called George Fred that day, his blue eyes looked like frozen lakes, even though she immediately explained that she was trying to imitate the two of them as a joke, George just nodded noncommittally, turned around and left angrily up.

What the hell is wrong with him...?

Cassandra thought perplexedly that the greatest joy of the brothers was to deliberately say that they were not George/Fred when others called them!

But there seemed to be a stalemate between them, no one was willing to take the initiative to bow their heads and break the tense atmosphere.This also led to Cassandra's persistent distraction. She couldn't control her cranky brain. Even in Professor Snape's Potions class, she would habitually wander. The well-known red-haired brothers, they will give her big smiles as usual...

"Cassandra, the headmaster is calling you!" Cassius poked her, and she looked up as if waking up from a dream, and found that Professor Snape was staring at her coldly.

"What... okay." Cassandra stood up immediately.

"Miss Wolflin, how many times do I need to invite you?" Professor Snape snorted impatiently, tugged his sleeves to expose his hands, and pressed the needle of the record player heavily on the record, "Come here. Headmaster Dumbledore emphasized that the head of each house needs to set an example for you stupid little trolls—”

Cassandra walked to the podium with a strange expression, and she realized that what was playing on the record player was a slow waltz flying into the sky.In the past, she would never have danced such low difficulty dance music, but obviously, she did not have the qualifications and courage to reject the Slytherin Snake King...

"As one of the traditions of the Triwizard Tournament, there will be a dance party on Christmas Eve, and students in the fourth grade and above are required to participate collectively. If any of you are unfortunately invited by the Warriors to be a dance partner—" Si Nepe glanced around the classroom with icy eyes, and the commotion among the students subsided immediately, "This hapless bastard will have to start the dance with the warrior. Now, I will only dance once, and if any of you happen to be unable to dance— Or because you are too fat to fit into the gown, then stay quietly in the dormitory."

The invited fourth graders snickered in the back row of the classroom, and the metaphorical Crabbe and Goyle flushed and stuffed the snacks back into their desks tremblingly.

Professor Snape lightly waved his wand, and the desks in the classroom seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible hands. They floated unsteadily and placed them against the wall, clearing a large area in the middle of the classroom. space.

All the students in the classroom focused their attention on Professor Snape and the blond witch next to him.

Cassandra swore that she read the sneer of "you have today" from Draco's eyes, and Pansy was even more extreme, as if she was congratulating "fortunately, my potions level is not good enough to dance with the professor"...

All in all, Cassandra stood face to face with Slytherin's respected Lord Head.She took a deep breath and did enough mental construction.There was a strong bitter aroma of potion coming from the professor, maybe it was boiled potion in the basement classroom for a long time, this smell has penetrated into every pore of him, and it also caused his black hair to always be greasy.

Cassandra's eyes fell on the top button of the discipline button that Professor Snape was fastening tightly, and she couldn't help thinking wildly: what would she do if both Fred and George invited her to the ball , so as not to make the other angry?

She even gave up on thinking about whether dancing with Gryffindors would upset the family.

"Focus," said Professor Snape irritably.

It seemed that he was also very impatient with this job, but he still followed the music of "Paddife's Gaze" slowly and danced with Cassandra through the whole process.Apart from holding her gloved hand, Professor Snape didn't even want to put a hand on her waist.

Professor Snape must have a crowd contact phobia.

The Slytherins who watched them finish the waltz stiffly evaluated silently in their hearts.

Both of them looked like they were being tortured...

On the third floor of Hogwarts Castle, in the Charms classroom, Professor Flitwick stood on several thick layers of cushions, with brisk notes flowing from the tip of his wand, guiding two senior Ravenclaws to dance together. Two young people who had nothing to do with each other blushed at the same time when they looked at each other; in Greenhouse No. , telling him that a warrior must choose a partner carefully, preferably Hufflepuff...

And in the transfiguration classroom half a castle away, Professor McGonagall chose Ronald Weasley as the demonstration dance partner. If you have to find a reason for this choice, it is that Ron is just like his brothers Tall, worthy of Professor McGonagall's lean and tall stature.

"The Yule Ball will certainly give us a chance to - um - let our hair down and relax," she said* in a disapproving tone.

Harry let out a gasp laugh, and Hermione pinched him so hard that his laughter choked back into tears of pain.

Fred and George knew what he was laughing at: Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a bun, and imagining her relaxing with that disheveled hair was better than imagining Dumbledore and the Dark Lord kissing passionately or something.

"I suggest that you all learn ballroom dancing, so that you don't stand around at the ball and don't know what to do." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Mr. Weasley, put your hand on my waist superior!"

"I'm sorry - your - what?" Ron blushed, the same color as his hair.

Harry laughed louder, and the muscles in Hermione's face tensed as she didn't want to smirk in front of the Headmaster.But it was so hard not to watch Ron's jokes.

Accompanied by the brisk ditty of "Flying the Sky", Ron sullenly grieved, and danced with Professor McGonagall to the beat in the middle of the classroom. It's hard to say whether the mood between him and Cassandra reached resonated.

In the back of the room, Fred and George were back and forth with fencing contests with fake wands they had invented, Fred with a tin-plated macaw, George with a rubber blue one. Spotted Tuna.

"Who are you going to invite?" George assumed a fencing pose.

Fred stepped back casually: "I don't know. Maybe, Angelina?"

George looked up at him in surprise when the macaw pecked off the head of the tuna in his hand and the rubber head fell to the floor with a thud.

"Mr. Weasley! When will your behavior be commensurate with your age?" Professor McGonagall glanced at them angrily after dancing. Maybe the anger came from Ron who stepped on her countless feet. Still two childish Weasley twins.

"I would be heartbroken if someone from Gryffindor—nay, some student—disgraced the school in any way."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and all the students threw their schoolbags over their shoulders indiscriminately and rushed out of the classroom, intending to exchange information in places where the professors could not see.

And Harry was obviously the unlucky one—because of his status as "Hogwarts' youngest warrior", he was blocked at the door of the classroom by a group of girls from all grades.

"We can't help you, Harry." Hermione said seriously. "You see, even Slytherin has girls coming to you. You just need to pick one and get ready for the opening dance."

"Just pick one?" Harry groaned feebly, squeezed out of the crowd, and caught up with the pace of the two friends, "Leave me alone, dance with a Slytherin girl, she will come out of the clothes Picky about every movement of the dance!—'Are you wearing a style that was popular hundreds of years ago? I'm so embarrassed for you'—”

The next second, they were laughing and laughing together. Obviously, Harry imitated the tone of a familiar arrogant witch perfectly.

………………

In fact, a certain haughty witch doesn't have to be "embarrassed for others," she thinks she's embarrassed enough.

On Friday, after her weekly Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Cassandra was in such a bad mood that she didn't even want to go to the auditorium for dinner.Professor Moody ordered them to use willpower to resist the Imperius Curse, and she had to use all her strength to get rid of the command to "bark like a dog loudly" in her mind.

Cassandra was eager to give him a "cruciator", and as soon as the get out of class bell rang, she left the classroom with her cloak swung, and Betty couldn't catch up with her.

On the way back to the foyer, she met Fred in the front foyer of the Great Hall.

It was supposed to be a beautiful encounter, but Fred was opposite a tall, dark-skinned, fit girl and her friend.

If Cassandra remembers correctly, she should be one of the Chasers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Angelina Johnson.

Angelina was holding a book and talking to Alia, when Fred Weasley called her and asked her without a trace of hesitation: "Will you go to the dance with me?" Angelina weighed her Glancing at him, he nodded in agreement, with a slight smile on his face.

Would you like to go to the dance with me?

Cassandra felt that she should hurry up and leave this embarrassing scene, instead of standing here like a fool, watching them complete the relaxed and happy invitation ceremony.

She took a step back subconsciously, turned around and left.

Her speed was getting faster and faster, and in the end she even hurried back to the dormitory with the book in her arms, and the oak door was slammed shut behind her with a "bang".

A sour feeling filled Cassandra's eyes.She didn't know what she was sad about, but she hid herself behind the thick bed curtain.Betty's voice seemed to come from far away, but she didn't want to pay attention to everything outside for the time being.

It wasn't a big deal that Fred had invited his fellow Quidditch players.He was a normal Gryffindor, no different from those empty-headed idiots.He has the right to joke, dance, date other girls...

Cassandra tried to convince herself.

"They have nothing to do with you. It's your wishful thinking that you regard them as your own appendages." The voice representing reason in her head poured cold water on her coldly.

——But what did they experience so much together?

George would send more expensive flowers to others, and Fred would practice spells with others.Boys will grow up to be adults, and instead of partners who want to make prank props together, they want girlfriends with whom they can make love and dance under the stars...

She tried hard to get those two annoying figures out of her mind, but even the sound of water gurgling outside the window could remind her of Fred's invitation without a trace of timidity that she saw in the corridor, Angelina A smile on the corner of the lips...

Cassandra's fingertips felt something warm and furry.It was the pygmy cattail the twins gave her last Christmas.

In the dark window curtain, a tear fell silently.

The author has something to say:

Fred knew that George was unhappy, and his choice was to give in.

(Never said their relationship was queen vs dog, sorry for hoping to see that develop.)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: there is a mother in my heart;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Dian Dian Dian, pick up 10 bottles;