Pureblood or Muggleborn? (Dawn)

[Cassandra Blackfire G7]

Cassandra stepped out of the carriage with her carry all bag in hand. She had just returned from Hogsmeade from a bit of shopping spree of sorts. Lowering herself with grace to the gravel driveway, she watched as the driver ran quickly over to shut the carriage door. He bowed to her deeply. " Thank you," she smiled to him gratefully. Looking as if he was shocked, he walked away silently without saying a word. She had heard several people say that the key to a good servant was too not know they were there, but Cass didn't see it like that. She liked to get to know people, even the people who drove her carriage. Driven out of her thoughts by the wheels creaking against the gravel, she began to walk toward the castle.

Pushing on the doors, the sounds and smells of the castle invaded her senses. Taking of her sunglasses and letting her eyes adjust to the light, she saw everyone rush towards the Great Hall. Hearing the bells chime dinner, she let everyone pass. Trust me, it was better to get out of the way of the stampede. Since she had already eaten in Hogsmeade, she was skipping the heavy meal.

The hallways became eerily quiet. In fact, all she could hear was the clicking of heels on the stone floor. They sounded very determined in their walk. Turning her head to the sound, she saw Dawn McGrogan coming in her direction. The old fear squeezed her stomach. Could she really stand up to a Queen of Slytherin now that she knew about her true family? She was about to find out.

[dawn]

The dinner bell rang as students seemed to emerge from the wood work to make their way to the Great Hall for dinner. Dawn was seated in the Charms room hard at work on a spell. She asked Professor Flitwick if she could try to master some spells that he didn't teach normal NEWTS students. She seemed to have a nack for spells. It was a hobby you could say. But of course it took third wheel to Quidditch as well as fashion. Looking up from her parchment of many different variables in which she could take into consideration when she did her spell, she looked at the clock as the hands moved and hit 6:30. Pushing her a strand of hair behind her ear, she rolled up the parchment, said goodbye to Professor Flitwick and started down the seven flights of stairs to the main hallway.

It didn't take long before she was stepping down the final three stairs onto the vast marble floor. Since it was a weekend, she wasn't in her school uniform. Wearing black spike heels, a black skirt, and a flattering white collared dress shirt Dawn made her way across the floor. The sound of her heels seemed to echo the hallway, she had a noticeable walk; Strong at its best. Even in the most uncomfortable shoes she did her best at holding herself up high. Dawn's hair swung over her shoulder, as she glanced to her right and noticed a girl in her way. She looked familiar but Dawn didn't associate herself with people she didn't know. If she didn't know them, or hear of them they surely aren't worth her time.

Walking closer to the girl, Dawn merely glanced at her as her shoulder ran into the girl. Looking back at her, Dawn shot "Watch where you're going. I was walking here." Dawn turned back and kept walking toward the Great Hall doors.