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nehpetssanders · 9 months

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What's up with you?

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This story was inspired from a headcanon I saw in a Tumblr post by @itwasntreal, where you are always so happy and cheerful suddenly become a lot gloomier than usual, and the story tells of what Cassandra would do to lift your spirits up.

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You are known as one of the most optimistic and cheerful students throughout Hogwarts, always greeting the day with a bright smile on your face and often being seen on the corridors on your way to classes with a gleeful skip on your feet. Witches and wizard practically called you a sunbeam in human form, capable of brightening even the gloomiest of days.

Cassandra Vole, the haughty and conceited Slytherin girl, had always regarded you with a mixture of intrigue and mild exasperation. She certainly seemed a bit more predisposed towards you compared to how she treats your other friends, but that was only because she believed you were hanging out with the wrong crowd, namely Ivy Warrington, still holding a grudge against her for nearly harming her with a Vanishing Charm, and Daniel Page, because of his family’s upbringing.

Those lively eyes, brimming with joy, were a stark contrast to Cassandra's own arrogant, icy demeanor. She had often observed your interactions with a raised eyebrow, unable to fathom how someone could exude so much happiness.

But then, one fateful morning, something shifted. As you entered the Great Hall for breakfast, the usual sparkle in your eyes seemed to have dimmed, like a star fading into the night. Cassandra was quick to notice the change. It was as if a veil of melancholy had settled over you, casting a somber shadow that resonated within Cassandra's own thoughts. Unable to ignore the transformation, she decided to address it in her straightforward manner.

"Can any of you little rascals tell me why they're doing that?" Cassandra's gaze bore into you, her tone laced with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.

"Doing what?" Daniel asked, genuinely puzzled and surprised that her tone seemed mellow, rather than her usual snark.

Cassandra gestured subtly to you, who sat quite a distance from your friends, lost in thought as you played with your porridge. "Doing that," she repeated, her annoyance evident.

Your lack of reaction when Cassandra was present left her feeling disoriented. The once-constant joy that surrounded you had been replaced with a stoic demeanor, and Cassandra found it difficult to believe this was the same person. From a distance, she observed you, noting the lines of sadness etched upon your face.

As the days stretched on, Cassandra's internal turmoil grew. She wasn't one to admit concern, especially not about someone like you. But she couldn't bear the sight of you in such a state. It was like a painting missing its brightest colors, and Cassandra felt an unexpected tug in her chest.

Frustration gripped Cassandra as she observed your friends' futile attempts to lift your spirits. In her eyes, their efforts were nothing but a collection of useless gestures. The twins, Colby and Fischer Frey, seemed equally perplexed and helpless in the face of your changed demeanor.

The monotony of Cassandra’s own life felt even more pronounced in your presence. With you lost in your own world and your friends occupied with concern, Cassandra found herself in an unexpected state of ennui. It was an unfamiliar sensation, and she disliked it immensely.

Eventually, Cassandra's resolve wavered. "I'll show you all how it's done," she muttered to herself, a hint of determination coloring her tone.

After classes, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you returned to your dormitory, your steps heavy with the weight of your thoughts. There, on your bed, lay an exquisitely wrapped gift in shimmering emerald, accompanied by a letter bearing an elegant and precise handwriting.

With a mixture of surprise and curiosity, you unwrapped the gift, revealing something you had long been eyeing on but couldn't afford back in Madam Malkin's Shop - an expensive, handcrafted and intricately designed scarf bearing the insignia of your house. The mystery of how someone knew about this longing only deepened your intrigue.

"You look hideous with that look on your face. Wipe it off. - C.V."

Only one person with this kind of handwriting and characteristic bluntness came to your mind. The initials on the letter immediately gave away who gifted it to you.

Cassandra Vole.

You smiled tenderly at the letter. Her words were harsh, yet you detected a hidden meaning behind them. The façade Cassandra presented to the world was crumbling, revealing a gesture of concern that Cassandra herself struggled to admit. You couldn't help but laugh mirthfully at this.

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The following morning, the Great Hall was bustling with students, the atmosphere buzzing with excitement. Amidst the chatter and laughter, you entered with a bright smile, the gift Cassandra had given you nestled safely around your neck. Your friends complimented you on how great you look with the scarf you had on you as they admired the material and stitching. They were glad you were once again back to your joyful demeanor The warmth of the gesture had managed to chase away the darkness you had been harboring.

Cassandra observed this transformation from the sidelines with calculated nonchalance. Her pride wouldn't let her admit it, but a secret sense of contentment nestled within her. The knowledge that her gesture had made an impact, however minuscule, was a small victory she held close to her heart.

Unbeknownst to anyone else, including you, Cassandra's heart held a tiny ember of joy. In her world of calculated gestures and hidden motivations, this act of kindness had struck a chord, revealing a facet of her character that she rarely allowed to surface. It was a vulnerability she had always concealed, tucked away behind layers of arrogance and pride.

One day, as the corridors of Hogwarts bustled with students hurrying to their classes, Cassandra was sitting alone on one of the alcoves, seemingly absorbed in a book. Her fingers traced the elegant calligraphy on the page, but her mind wandered elsewhere. In her peripheral vision, she caught sight of you walking past, your steps lighter and your expression brighter than before.

A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, one that was gone in an instant. She refused to give in to this uncharacteristic warmth, her walls of detachment sturdy as ever. To acknowledge the impact of her own gesture would be a breach of the persona she had so meticulously crafted.

As you drew closer, Cassandra raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"You seem rather cheerful," she commented, her voice carrying a carefully measured tone.

Your smile widened, genuine happiness lighting up your eyes.

"Well, I have a good reason to be," you replied as you sat beside her, tugging at the scarf you had received, your gaze meeting Cassandra's for a fleeting moment.

Cassandra's lips twitched, a subtle flicker of curiosity passing through her eyes. "Do share," she pressed, her tone only slightly more inviting than usual.

"You know, sometimes it's the smallest things that can make a difference," you said cryptically, your voice gentle but resolute. With a nod in Cassandra's direction, you continued on their way.

For a split second, Cassandra's composed facade wavered. Her eyes followed you, a shadow of contemplation passing over her features. She was caught off guard by your words, the weight of the unspoken message lingering in the air. A hint of vulnerability brushed against her heart, an unfamiliar sensation that she struggled to define.

"You do have a heart," Your words echoed in Cassandra's mind, a whispered reminder that perhaps her carefully constructed walls weren't as impenetrable as she believed. A tumult of emotions swirled within her, a maelstrom of conflicting feelings that she wasn't equipped to handle.

Cassandra took a steadying breath, her mask of detachment slipping back into place. The truth of your words remained hidden, locked away in the recesses of her heart. But in that fleeting moment, she allowed herself a whisper of acknowledgment - an acknowledgment that somewhere, deep within her, a spark of warmth and compassion had been ignited.

And as the corridors of Hogwarts continued to buzz with life, the enigma of Cassandra Vole became just a little more complex, the mask of arrogance and detachment slowly revealing the glimmer of a heart that dared to feel.

#hp magic awakened #cassandra vole #hpma mc #cassandra vole x reader #cassandra vole x mc #hpma cassandra #harry potter #hp fanfic #harry potter magic awakened #cassandra x mc

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aliyukupin · 14 days

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Not Madam Puddifoot being a wingman XD

#hp magic awakened #hpma #harry potter magic awakened #hpma mc #cassandra vole x mc #cassandra vole #madam puddifoot #hpma side story #aliyuku

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vernette · 8 months

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"...like...her..? HA. don't make me laugh, i despise that zoo zealot wannabe and her troublesome niffler"

*She protests to the twins as she sticks a drawing of her on the wall along with her photographs*

#harry potter magic awakened #hp magic awakened #magic awakened #hpma oc #hpma #hpma mc #cassandra vole #frey twins #oc x canon #Voledair😨

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yarahdraws · 2 months

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Que bien come ese perro (osea yo 😌😂)

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bleuburrydedo · 3 months

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Hi lesbians, this is old art but I redrew one doodle

I'll turn this into doomed yuri somehow

#my art #oc x canon #harry potter magic awakened #hpma cassandra #hpma mc #cassandra vole #hpma robyn #robyn thistlethwaite

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astroavez · 9 months

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my friend and i cant leave these stupid capcut templates alone

anyways i like to imagine if fischer ever becomes available as a companion this would literally just be it

#harry potter #hpma #hpma daniel #hpma x reader #hpma mc #harry potter magic awakened #fischer frey #colby frey #daniel page #ivy warrington #robyn thistlethwaite #kevin farrell #cassandra vole #lottie turner #hp magic awakened #oc

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fanthylakoid · 9 months

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#magic awakened #cassandra vole #fanart #hpma #hpma mc #Cassandra x mc #harry potter magic awakened

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alaister-merrygold · 20 days

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"Alright Alaister... You worked hard for this moment. After practicing what to say to the mirror for, like, 2 hours, and growing this plant, you got what you need for the moment of your life... You can do this, you can do this... You can do this... You can—!"

"Do..."

"... No... No... No no..."

- He ran away as soon as he could, unnoticed by the eyes of the boy he loved, avoiding any contact with people around the castle. The plant he managed to grow to confess his love crashed against the ground and the soil spilled on the cold stone floor... -

- For some hours, 1 or 2, students rumoured to each other that Myrtle went to the man's bathroom to cry, not doubting the information at all. "Maybe it's just her, looking for pity of the boys of Fifth Year", they said... -

- Avoiding the place, the only thing they noticed was the crying of a devasted person from the outside... -

- But it wasn't just the crying of a ghost, but the cry of a young, broken heart, tortured by a twisted turn of events... -

#angst #hp magic awakened #hpma oc #hpma mc #harry potter magic awakened #daniel page #daniel page x oc #cassandra vole #daniel x cassandra #hpma #magic awakened #i know i suck at taking photos

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the-unlovely-kiki · 3 days

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#harry potter magic awakened #hpma #magic awakened #hp magic awakened #hpma mc #lottie turner #cassandra vole #daniel page #kevin farrell #revyn #lottie turner x mc #dancass #frey twins #oc x canon #robyn x kevin

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yitiaok01 · 4 months

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Them sillies :D

We can assume this is them after quidditch season :] 🧹 Bbg doesn't use sunscreens at all.

👇 yoselin showed me this post btw 🙏

It's the ref.

#harry potter magic awakened #magic awakened #hpma #hpma mc #hpma oc #cassandra vole #cassandra vole x mc

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scarydeadlavender · 8 months

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꧁༺ 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝔁 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ༻꧂

command of : @sparklyfarmfreakpaper

Can you write something about Cassandra? How it's Valentine's Day and they both take the opportunity to confess their feelings towards each other, and this surprises everyone due to their very opposite personalities

I wrote it on the plane so it seems bad to me, I'm sorry for the wait, I hope you like it! :D

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Cassandra Vole, yes, you know the girl who looks exactly like Draco Malfoy and seems to have all the boys/girls at her feet?

Yes, that Cassandra!

You probably think that this girl accepts all the gifts, chocolates from her admirers on every Valentine's Day... But on the contrary! She doesn't accept any of them!

She's had enough of finding Chocolate Frogs or various flowers of all colors on her desk. She simply tells these people to keep their ridiculous gifts and that they weren't good enough for her.

Sure, this hurts the people who have saved and bought these gifts for Valentine's Day, but she doesn't care. No one was good enough for her... At least, maybe one person makes her heart beat faster and brings a genuine smile to her lips.

And that person is none other than Tp.

Yes, yes, Tp, the complete opposite of Cassandra - kind, caring, friendly, everything that the blonde girl wasn't towards other students.

Unlike Cassandra, Tp is just a student proudly wearing his house robe's colors, hardly receiving anything, if at all, on Valentine's Day! The last time Tp received anything from anyone dates back to elementary school!

But this year was different... Tp had finally decided to confess his feelings, to confess his feelings to the girl! However, he didn't want her to know it was from him, so he decided to write an anonymous letter on beautiful paper with golden edges.

With his large white quill, he wrote, erased, started over on the letter until he found the right words.

With his trembling hands, he lifted the letter as if it were the most precious object in the world, rereading the words he had written. A shy smile formed on his lips before he placed the letter in a lovely emerald green envelope that matched the color of the girl's dress. He let the warm red wax drip onto the envelope, revealing a seal with flowers drawn on it.

To say Tp was nervous would be an understatement... He was so nervous about placing the letter on Cassandra's desk. What would she think? Would she throw it away? Read it? Accept it?

All these questions swirled in his mind, causing him to lose his balance a bit. But suddenly, he heard Cassandra's footsteps approaching. Without thinking, he placed the letter quickly on her desk and left the classroom in a rush, a light blush on his cheeks.

Cassandra was tired of hiding her feelings for Tp. She had to declare her love to him! But how? She had never given anything to anyone on Valentine's Day. So, she spent several days brainstorming for the perfect idea.

That's when the idea of crafting a crystal rose came to her. Finding the rose was child's play (even though she scrutinized each rose in the store to find THE rose for Tp). Now the hardest part was giving the rose to Tp!

She wrapped it in a pretty blood-red tissue paper, tying it with a golden bow that connected to a small note. She carefully placed the rose in her school bag.

As she entered the classroom, impatient and anxious, she spotted the letter. Her fingers glided over the lovely envelope, rolling her eyes as if expecting another letter from an admirer.

Opening the letter with disdain, she read it without much conviction before tearing it up and throwing it in the trash.

But what she didn't know was that Tp had returned, wanting to see Cassandra's reaction to his letter. Tp watched Cassandra tear up the letter he had spent most of his nights on. A work so precious to him that was reduced to pieces in an instant.

Tp's heart broke, tears welling up in his eyes. Hearing Cassandra gasp in surprise, she turned to see her friend standing by the door, looking at her.

Cassandra: Don't tell me you're crying over a letter; it's not like it was yours!

The blonde crossed her arms over her chest, leaving behind the sound of the Frey twins' chuckles. Tp wiped his tears away quickly, giving a forced smile.

Tp: Y-Yeah, sorry.

Cassandra: Fine.

With a sudden move, Tp rushed out of the room, leaving Cassandra confused and shrugging. She looked for the rose in her bag, delicately holding it between her fingers covered in white gloves. She looked at the tissue paper before smiling slightly.

As for the Frey twins, they were fighting behind her, elbowing each other and whispering, "No, you tell her."

Caught in their argument, Cassandra spun around, her heels clicking on the floor.

Cassandra: Will you two ever stop? You sound like two cats fighting!

She pinched the bridge of her nose before one of the Frey brothers stepped forward, nervously scratching the back of his neck. He spoke in a small voice, preventing Cassandra from hearing it.

Cassandra: What did you say?

Frey: I said, the letter you just tore was from Tp...

Cassandra's eyes widened.

Frey: We saw him leave the letter—

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Cassandra's trembling hands had let go of the crystal rose onto the hard floor, creating a sharp sound of shattering. Was this merely an unfortunate accident or a metaphor for the heart of Tp that she had just broken? She didn't know, but she quickly picked up the little package that now contained glass shards as sharp as the words she had spoken.

Cassandra: I... I need to go do something. Alone. You have sent With quick steps, she left the classroom, walking through the corridors of Hogwarts that seemed far too crowded for her liking. The Frey twins watched her go before whispering something to each other...

Tp had sought refuge in the library, a place he loved to escape to due to its silent and calm atmosphere. He had withdrawn from the world, emitting occasional sobs due to his tears. He murmured to himself that it was foolish of him to think that Cassandra Vole could love him back. You have sent Oh, what a surprise it was when he heard her distinctive throat clearing.

Tp: Go away, I don't want to see anyone right now...

Then he felt her sit next to him, dusting off her skirt. She didn't know why, but the words were stuck in her throat... Where had her confidence gone? She passed her hand through her blonde hair to clear her thoughts.

Cassandra: I... I'm sorry for earlier...

Tp raised his gaze slightly.

Cassandra: To be honest... I thought it was from someone else...

Tp's heart stopped for a moment, sending shivers down his spine - a mixture of excitement and anxiety at Cassandra's response. Did she already like someone?

Tp: U-uh, and who's the lucky one? You have sent Seeing Cassandra's cheeks turn as red as the crystal rose, he clenched her dress folds as if hesitating to let out the simple words that were burning her lips.

Seeing Tp's reaction, the blonde smiled sadly before shrugging her shoulders.

Tp: It's... I-it's fine, you don't have to- Cassandra: Just take it!!

He didn't even have time to finish his sentence before the girl thrust the small gift toward him. With closed eyes and embarrassment, she quickly spoke.

Cassandra: Here! For you!

Tp looked stunned, watching Cassandra in shock. She seemed to panic and let out a quick comment. Oh, the tsundere mode he found adorable.

Cassandra: Come on, take it, you idiot! I don't have all day for you! You have sent Tp chuckled, taking the small package delicately and his fingers brushed against hers. He slowly unwrapped the paper, revealing a rose broken into three pieces. It shone brightly, as brilliant as his feelings.

Cassandra's eyes widened at the sight and she wanted to take the gift back, ashamed to see it broken.

Cassandra: Give it back! Tp: N-no! Giving is giving, taking back is stealing!

The attempt at humor didn't sit well with Cassandra, who looked away, embarrassed. Tp lowered his head, smiling like a child.

Tp: Cassandra, it's beautiful! Thank you so much... Now I'm embarrassed about my letter... Cassandra: No. Tp: No? Cassandra: No, your letter touched me...

The golden-haired girl gripped her dress a bit tighter, blushing even more.

Cassandra: You're the only person who... who truly appreciates me... and who manages to like me...

She lowered her gaze. You have sent Cassandra: Tp! I love you!!

Closing her eyes, she feared her friend's reaction. Would he reject her? Hate her? When she heard his laughter, a shiver of embarrassment and fear ran down her spine. Was he mocking her? Did she ruin everything? So she wiped away a small tear quickly.

Tp: Oh, Cassandra... You have no idea how long I've wished for this moment to come!

The blonde lifted her head, shocked by his revelation. Tp nervously rubbed his head.

Tp: I love you too, Cassandra Vole. Your beauty, your personality... Well, you! Cassandra:.... You have sent Cassandra couldn't help but playfully hit him, a bit angry that he had teased her. But now, she was so happy! Tp gently took Cassandra's hand.

Tp: Well, I think both of us had broken but now fixed gifts... thanks to our love!

Cassandra chuckled.

Cassandra: You're kind of denying what you just said... But I like it! . . . You have sent The day after Valentine's Day, all the students of Hogwarts were wondering who received something for Valentine's Day, who didn't, or worse, who got rejected!

But what didn't go unnoticed were Tp and Cassandra Vole, the Slytherin girl who had refused any companion until that day. The cold-hearted girl was holding hands with the one who had won her heart, the complete opposite of herself!

The Frey twins were whispering among themselves, saying they knew all along they would end up together (and in passing a bit sad as they have to give up trying to woo the girl) You sent: Robbin sulked a little in her corner upon hearing this revelation; she was jealous that Tp had managed to convey his feelings to Cassandra, unlike her who had failed to make Kevin understand her love. Ivy, from afar, clapped and hopped in joy at this good news, and as for Lottie, she had already gone to fetch a new canvas to paint the couple! It's true... Those two have found each other well, broken and then connected by their love. That's why they both treasure each other's repaired gifts, where the marks of fracture are still visible...

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Number of word : 1930

I hope you like it, I apologize again for the wait

#harry potter magic awakened #hpma x reader #harry potter #hpma mc #hpma #fanfiction #cassandra vole #cassandra vole x reader #cassandra x reader #cassandra hpma

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nehpetssanders · 2 months

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Tessomancy at Madam Puddifoot's (Tea-Sons Greetings)

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Frankly, I was 'bit' disappointed with the "study" session with Cassandra in Madam Puddifoot's tea shop in the last update, so I decided to do something about it. So, this chapter is for those who feel the same way

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Winter had settled over Hogwarts that morning, casting the castle in an enchanting blanket of snow. As the chilly winds whispered through the halls, you and your classmates found yourselves in the Divination classroom that looked more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. Everything was illuminated by a soft, crimson glow; the numerous lamps were covered in scarves of dark red, and the curtains were drawn at the windows. It was oppressively warm, and the fire behind the packed mantelpiece was heating a big copper kettle while emitting a thick, nauseating kind of incense.

Professor Trelawney, draped in flowing fabrics, looked around the room with her usual far-off gaze as she seated herself in a winged armchair in the center of the room.

"Now, my dear students," she began, her voice a melodic, misty murmur, "In the ethereal dance of destiny, we shall embark on a Tessomancy project. The patterns in the dregs of the tea leaves shall unveil secrets yet unknown to you as you gaze into the future! I have already divined the pairs through my Inner Eye, and it has whispered its choices to me."

The class listened intently as Trelawney listed the pairs, connecting students in mysterious ways only she understood, pairing students who are more than likely come to blows or heated duels before they could even have a sip of their tea to read their tea leaves. Case in point: Fischer being partnered up with Daniel (who already had his wand out, just in case), and Colby being partnered up with Ivy. Your other friends, Lottie, Kevin, and Robyn, were not safe from this either, with Robyn being paired up with a quidditch-hating, know-it-all attitude Ravenclaw, Kevin being paired up with a thrill-seeking and daredevil Gryffindor, and Lottie with a disinterested Slytherin.

For each partner she called, she instructed them to take a seat beside their partners

You, on the other hand, are desperately pleading, praying even, to Merlin and whatever wizarding gods you know to spare you from this fate.

"Cassandra Vole and (Y/N) (L/N)," Trelawney declared, her eyes glazing over as if peering into the mystical threads of fate.

Alas, fate is cruel and has some twisted sense of humor it seems.

You suddenly felt your jaw drop out of disbelief. Daniel, Robyn, Kevin, did the same, while Ivy and Lottie had their hands over their mouth. The rest of the class exchanged glances started murmuring amongst themselves, surprised by the seemingly unlikely pairing. Cassandra Vole, known for her sharp wit and vain attitude, and you, a student whose path (and wand) often crossed with hers. The air seemed to crackle with a blend of anticipation and uncertainty.

After quickly composing yourself, you hesitantly made your way to Cassandra's side, she offered no more than a subtle nod of acknowledgment, before turning away in a huff, leaving you rubbing your nape awkwardly as Trelawney began partnering up the rest of the class. The unspoken understanding was that this was merely an academic collaboration, a project to be completed, and nothing more. You knew this as Professor Trelawney began spending the entire lecture on giving instructions on what to do for the project, expecting a report on their findings before the end of the week.

Looks like you've got your work cut for you, it seems.

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In the few short hours that followed, whispers of the Tessomancy project spread throughout the castle like fiendfyre. Students discussed with their partners and speculated on the outcomes of their readings. Rumors circulated that Professor Trelawney's divination insights had paired students who, under normal circumstances, might never have worked together, thus they were all bound to fail. You and your friends were, of course, aware of this as you sat in the Great Hall for lunch to discuss the project.

Daniel, who sat beside you, sighed and shook his head, playing with his beans for lunch, his elbow against the table, his head propped up with his hand. "I don't know if Trelawney is trying to deliberately make us fail her class—"

"—or she's just being mental and loony as usual," Robyn interjected, her face flushing from anger after some sort of disagreement with her partner for the project, no doubt it's about the Ravenclaw talking Robyn's ear off for the project.

"Well, knowing Professor Trelawney, it's probably a bit of both." Lottie added as she joined the table, looking a bit disheveled. Looks she too had some disagreement with her partner regarding the project. "She thrives on making everything unnecessarily complicated."

"Complicated is an understatement." Kevin grumbled, "My partner won't stop talking about the alignment of the skies and how it correlates with the steam rising from her tea. I swear, I might need to invest in earplugs if this keeps going for the whole week."

Amused groans and laughs resonated across the table as they shared in the collective struggle that was the Tessomancy project. Amidst the banter, a curious expression crossed Daniel's face as he noticed you being silent throughout, completely immersed in your own thoughts, no doubt worried about your partnership with Slytherin's vain 'Princess'.

Truth to be told, you had harbored a small crush on Cassandra since your first day at Hogwarts, a crush that quickly waned as you witnessed her... less pleasant qualities. Still, you couldn't deny the charm she exudes—confident, clever, stylish, and powerful. And, of course, incredibly beautiful.

It wasn't that you despised her; you didn't hate anyone. You simply didn't appreciate how badly she treated your friends whenever the opportunity arose. Dealing with bullies had been challenging enough at your previous muggle school, and it was no easier at a magical school like Hogwarts. But you believed in standing up to bullies, no matter who they were.

"Speaking of which, how's your partnership with Cassandra going for you, (Y/N)?" he inquired, snapping you out of your stupor, his eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Robyn, who had been in a bad mood, suddenly perked up, her interest piqued. "Yeah, spill the tea—no pun intended. How's the dynamic between you two?"

While your friends giggled at Robyn's comedic wording, you merely sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Nothing. She just told me to wait for her owl to give me the specifics on when we'll start."

As if on cue, a loud screech from the ceiling caught your attention. You looked up, and a majestic snowy white owl suddenly swooped in, landing gracefully in front of you. Its beak carried a small, emerald-green envelope.

You regarded the owl with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. Taking a deep breath, you reached out, careful not to startle the elegant creature. It was evident whose owl this was, given its immaculate grooming. Cassandra's owl extended its head, presenting the emerald-green envelope, and the Slytherin crest embossed on the seal confirmed its sender. You gently nuzzled the owl and offered a meaty piece of your lunch before it gracefully took flight back to its owner.

"Well, open it!" Robyn exclaimed, her impatience matching the curious glances from your friends.

You examined the envelope, turning it over to see something written that said, "For YOUR eyes only."

Giving your friends a knowing look, they relented, granting you the privacy to explore the contents of the letter. After carefully breaking the wax seal and unfolding the parchment inside, Cassandra's elegant handwriting adorned the small page.

"(Y/N), Meet me at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop at 3 in the afternoon. Don't be late. AND DON'T TELL ANYONE. -C.V."

The simplicity of the message struck you. No pleasantries, no unnecessary words. Just a direct command.

"Well? What did the letter say?" Ivy asked inquisitively, already finished with her lunch.

"Can't say, really," you replied, deciding to respect Cassandra's wishes regarding the letter.

Your friends raised their eyebrows at this, looking rather unconvinced, and seemed to assume more than they let on.

"Well, whatever it is," Robyn couldn't resist a teasing remark. "Looks like you've got a date with destiny, (Y/N)."

"More like a date with academic disaster," you mumbled, shaking your head.

The rest of your lunch passed with a mix of laughter and speculations about the mysterious rendezvous. As the appointed time approached, you couldn't help but wonder why Cassandra would pick Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop of all places to meet. The air was thick with anticipation, and you knew that whatever awaited you there would undoubtedly be intriguing, given the circumstances.

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The remainder of the afternoon crawled by, every hour marked by the anticipation of the looming meeting with Cassandra. You couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of this rendezvous. Was it solely for the Tessomancy project, or did Cassandra have something else in mind? The mystery surrounding her intentions hung in the air like an enchantment.

As the clock hands finally converged at 3 o'clock, you made your way to Hogsmeade and straight Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, a place usually associated with romantic rendezvous. As such you made none of your friends followed you on the way.

Upon arriving, the village of Hogsmeade bustled with activity, students roaming the cobblestone streets, their laughter and chatter intermingling with the magical atmosphere. The quaint tea shop exuded a warm glow, its windows adorned with delicate pink lace curtains and stacked teacups.

Upon entering, the aroma of various teas wafted through the air, creating an atmosphere of coziness. The interior was adorned with pink floral patterns, and small, intricately decorated tables were scattered around the room. You spotted Cassandra at a corner table, her posture composed and her expression already reflecting her disdain for the environment.

"There you are. Took you long enough," Cassandra remarked, her tone cutting through the air. "Well, don't just stand there! Sit down so we can get this over with."

You complied, taking a seat across from her in the flowery and frilly atmosphere of the tea shop. Madam Puddifoot approached with a beaming smile, eager to serve her special Couple's Special tea.

"Welcome to Madam Puddifoot's, bringing people together one cuppa at a time. Can I interest you dears in our Couple's Special?" Madam Puddifoot offered, her eyes glinting with a spark of matchmaking enthusiasm.

"Err, that's okay. Two cups of Earl Grey would be fine," you replied, preemptively dispelling any misconceptions.

"Are you sure? Our strawberry rose tea is made with an infusion of hibiscus blossoms and rose petals. It's sweet, floral, and ever so romantic," Madam Puddifoot persisted.

"Let me make this very clear," Cassandra interjected sharply, "This is not a date. The only reason I'm here with (Y/N) is because Trelawney assigned us as partners on a Tessomancy project. And the tea the Hogwarts house-elves make is vile."

"Very well, two cups of Earl Grey coming right up." Madam Puddifoot, though a bit disappointed, nodded understandingly and left to prepare the ordered Earl Grey.

"Finally. Now let's hurry up and do this stupid reading before anyone we know sees me with you. I'll go first, naturally," Cassandra declared, her impatience palpable. "I'll take a drink and tell you what I see in my tea leaves. You interpret what I say and make a prediction."

As soon as Madam Puddifoot arrived with the tea, Cassandra wasted no time. She expertly took her cup, blowing on the piping hot liquid to cool it down, and sipped until only the dregs remained. Following the instructions provided by Professor Trelawney on scroll of parchment you had on you, Cassandra swills the dregs inside her cup three times with the left hand, then turns the cup upside down on its saucer, waiting for the last of the tea to drain away.

Meanwhile, you frantically rummaged through your satchel, realizing with a sinking feeling that you had forgotten your copy of Unfogging the Future—the key reference for the Tessomancy project. Cassandra, noticing your mild panic, merely rolls her eye at you as she decides to give you her copy, sliding it across the table to you, all the while chastising you for being forgetful.

As the last of the tea drained from Cassandra's cup, the two of you finally began the Tessomancy project in earnest.

"Right," said Cassandra as you opened her book at pages five and six. "So, this blob looks like... an acorn?"

"I think that means..." You consulted Unfogging the Future, tracing you finger on the printed words. "You can expect a windfall of riches in your future."

"Really? Not that I'm surprised. It is the natural outcome, after all, for one as gifted and intelligent as myself." Cassandra replied, a hint of smugness in her tone. "In fact, you'd better pour me another cup. My future's too full of potential for one to be sufficient."

"But—"

Before you could even protest, Cassandra had ordered another two cups of Earl Grey from Madam Puddifoot. The process repeated, with Cassandra going through the same swilling and draining ritual as before. You just sighed at this as you held the textbook reference you had in front of you as Cassandra began peering into her drained cup.

Now I see... a cat? " Cassandra's brow furrowed as she scrutinized her teacup, turning it around as if seeking a better angle to decipher the dregs. "No, a dog? No... both?"

"That's an easy one," you responded confidently, scanning the pages of Unfogging the Future. "You're going to... develop an unlikely relationship with a polar opposite. In, other words, someone you wouldn't expect to get along with. Well, what do you think? Ring any bells?"

Cassandra's gaze shifted from the teacup to you, her skepticism evident, before she finally, ever composed, merely raised an eyebrow.

"It seems the pink and frills have gone to your head," she remarked dryly. "Well, I've had quite enough of this for one day. You can go ahead and leave first."

"But what about my reading?" You interjected.

"I don't have to look at your tea leaves to know what the future has in store for you, do I?"

Intrigued, you prodded, "Oh, really? And what's that?"

Cassandra leaned back, a knowing glint in her eyes, her gloved hand raised near her mouth, stifling a giggle. "A failing grade in Divination."

"Oh, har har. Very Funny." You rolled your eyes at her, "And I'm not leaving my seat until you predict my future, Cassandra."

The air between you and Cassandra crackled with tension, a silent challenge passing between your eyes. The ambient sounds of the tea shop faded away as the world narrowed down to the space between the two of you.

The seconds stretched into moments, and the bustling sounds of the tea shop became distant echoes. It was a peculiar tableau, the two of you engaged in a duel of gazes, oblivious to the curious glances from other patrons.

Her gaze was like a storm, intense and unyielding. Dark emerald eyes bore into yours with a sharpness that cut through the awkward silence. It was a contest of wills, a battle communicated through the language of stares. You, on the other hand, maintained a composed exterior, though the undercurrent of nervousness rippled beneath the surface. The challenge was set, and neither of you seemed willing to be the first to look away.

Cassandra's raised eyebrow suggested amusement, as if she found the situation more entertaining than inconvenient. Finally, Cassandra's lips curled into a half-smile, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken exchange.

"You're stubborn, I'll give you that. But fine." She flicks her golden blonde hair over her shoulder and sits closely to the table. "Hand me that stupid book," she declared, her words carrying a blend of irritation and amusement, "so I can predict your stupid cup and be done with this!"

In response, you acquiesced silently, sliding Unfogging the Future in her direction. Cassandra seized it without hesitation, her deft gloved fingers flipping through its pages with practiced efficiency. The sound of parchment rustling punctuated the air as she reached the designated pages, her focus shifting from annoyance to analytical determination.

Fortunately, you already have your tea cup prepared so it was a matter of just discerning the dregs.

"So? What do you see?" Cassandra impatiently asked.

"I see..." Your eyes narrowed with effort as you scrutinized the dainty cup. "Some sort of... thin bird? No, wait. Those lines on the edge of the wings continue, forming into some sort of a.... heart? A perfect heart."

Cassandra felt her breath hitch in her throat, and her cheeks warmed slightly before she composed herself almost instantaneously.

She then sighed rather dramatically, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It really does look like the frills and pink went to your head this time, (Y/N)."

"Hey, I'm just telling you as I see it!"

"Well, you clearly need to get your Inner Eye checked," Cassandra rolled her eyes, clearly not amused. "Why don't you go and order us some food from Madam Puddifoot, while I try to make peace with your cup. This whole ordeal is making me famished."

Deciding not to irk the Slytherin girl any further, you gracefully made your way to Madam Puddifoot's to order more tea and some food this time. Meanwhile, Cassandra seized your cup, examining the tea dregs herself. Imagine her surprise when she found out the dregs truly did resemble a heart.

The only difference was you had described it as perfect, but in her 'Eye,' it appeared crooked and blemished. Confused, she consulted "Unfogging the Future" and leafed through its pages until she found what she was looking for.

There were two drawings of a heart, one crooked and one perfectly shaped. The descriptions read: The perfectly shaped heart appears only to the owner of the cup, symbolizing a love that is harmonious and destined to be in his future. When one discerns the heart in its blemished form, crooked in any way, it signifies the fickle love or admiration they hold for the owner of the cup.

Cassandra nearly dropped the cup from utter surprise after reading the last passage from the book. Her eyes widened, and she looked from the cup to the book, realization slowly dawning upon her. The revelation left her in a momentary state of contemplation before she glanced up, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression.

Returning with the ordered tea and food, you noticed Cassandra's thoughtful demeanor.

"Everything okay?" you asked, unaware of the revelations unfolding in the tea leaves and the pages of the divination book.

Upon speculation, maybe it's because of the fact you had saved her life on different occasions, especially during your nightly excursions in the Forbidden Forest for rare potion ingredients for some project, or maybe because you were the only partner she'd choose during your dance club practices. In fact, Cassandra can’t remember a time in the past few years you and her haven’t been dance partners. And when you asked her about it, she merely responded by saying you were the only one that did not have two left feet.

Whereas other students would praise her and practically throw themselves at her feet begging for her attention, you were the only one who treated her as a fellow student, and she seemed to have grown to admire that in you. Something she'd never openly admit to anyone. Especially to you.

"Yes, everything's fine." Cassandra blinked, snapping out of her introspection.

Upon setting the tray down, you sat back down and helped yourself to another helping of Earl Grey Tea as well as a fresh macaron from the tray. As you observed her, you couldn't help but marvel at the way her usually composed exterior seemed to waver ever so slightly.

"So," you started, trying to break the silence that had settled over the table, "What did your Inner Eye see from my cup?"

"A load of soggy brown stuff," Cassandra replied with a rather unnerving and sickeningly sweet smile.

One you'd wish to never see again, nor ask Cassandra ever again regarding what she saw in your cup.

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