Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 7, 2009 18:09:14 GMT
((This post occurs on the final day of classes.))
Cassandra never thought this day would come. She couldn't believe that she would never come back to the place she had called home for almost seven years. As a first year, she had found the cold stone walls and floor intimidating. Now, it was warm, inviting, and full of the memories she had collected at Hogwarts. She couldn't help but suppress a wave of sadness as she saw several first years walk out the door with their trunks. Most waved goodbye to the Gryffindor quidditch captain with smiles on their faces. They would return next year, but Cass would not. She was a bit jealous of those kids and the memories they had yet to make. There would be no more fun in transfiguration class for her, no more tromping the grounds after curfew, and definitely no more romps through the Forbidden Forest. Her fun here had ended. The train would be leaving in the next couple of hours. It would be her final ride on the Hogwarts' Express, and the last memory of her beloved school.
It was normal for the Prefects and the Quidditch captain to leave the tower last. These leaders were normally in charge of making sure that all the students headed to breakfast before the trains left, and made sure the trunks made it down to the train. It was always chaotic. The prefects and quidditch captain always had to leave their packing for last. Cass was also in charge of making sure that all the Gryffindor quidditch gear was clean and put away. That would be one thing she wouldn't miss. Most of her teammates, especially the men, didn't seem to care what their quidditch uniforms looked like let alone smelled like. So, decontaminating the gear was usually her first, but most hated, priority at the end of the year. She could only laugh to herself as she pictured Oscar doing it next year. She wasn't going to warn him.
Cass stared out the large window that looked out onto the quidditch pitch. She had landed a spot on the Holyhead Harpies for their next season. To think, she would be playing quidditch professionally! Female beaters were scarce, but they were essential for an all female quidditch team. She had received her offer via owl post just the week before. She had been scared that she wouldn't be drafted to a team because of her little stunt with Finn during the Hufflepuff match. It had been a stupid mistake that made it all the way to the Prophet. Ludo Bagman, who always wrote about new talent in the wizarding paper, prophesied that no team would take her because they would believe she was too much of a wild card. He believed that the Harpies would choose Mary over her. Obviously, they didn't.
"We're leaving, Cass. We will see you on the train." Cass vaguely heard this statement as the door to the tower slammed. She was positive she was the last one in the tower now. This meant she had to make the final round. That was the rule. Last one out did the last round. "Damn! That means I've got to climb those stairs again!" It only took a couple of minutes to look in the bathroom, girl's dorms rooms, and various closets. She waved her wand occasionally to send some odds and ends to a basket by the tower door. The house elves would come in after her to send those items via owl to their owner's homes. She worked through the boy's dorms slowly. The boys were messy compared to the girls. More and more items flew out the door as she made her way to the seventh year dormitory. Opening the door with a flick of her wand, she sighed. Had they not let the house elves clean since the holidays? It was disgusting! Cass tip toed through the room hoping not to touch anything. It took her about ten minutes to go through the dorm like this. Finding a half empty ink bottle under a bed, she flicked her wand to send it out the door. Her back was to the door so she could only hear a muffled "oomph!" as she heard the bottle break against the floor. Startled, she turned her wand at the boy, no, man standing in the door. Julius Lionheart was looking down at the ink now dripping down his shirt. "Oh! Julius! I'm sorry!" Cass dashed towards him with her wand outstretched towards him. "I'll get it! I'll get it out!" She hollered. Cass' left foot slipped in the newly formed puddle of ink on the floor.
Cassandra never thought this day would come. She couldn't believe that she would never come back to the place she had called home for almost seven years. As a first year, she had found the cold stone walls and floor intimidating. Now, it was warm, inviting, and full of the memories she had collected at Hogwarts. She couldn't help but suppress a wave of sadness as she saw several first years walk out the door with their trunks. Most waved goodbye to the Gryffindor quidditch captain with smiles on their faces. They would return next year, but Cass would not. She was a bit jealous of those kids and the memories they had yet to make. There would be no more fun in transfiguration class for her, no more tromping the grounds after curfew, and definitely no more romps through the Forbidden Forest. Her fun here had ended. The train would be leaving in the next couple of hours. It would be her final ride on the Hogwarts' Express, and the last memory of her beloved school.
It was normal for the Prefects and the Quidditch captain to leave the tower last. These leaders were normally in charge of making sure that all the students headed to breakfast before the trains left, and made sure the trunks made it down to the train. It was always chaotic. The prefects and quidditch captain always had to leave their packing for last. Cass was also in charge of making sure that all the Gryffindor quidditch gear was clean and put away. That would be one thing she wouldn't miss. Most of her teammates, especially the men, didn't seem to care what their quidditch uniforms looked like let alone smelled like. So, decontaminating the gear was usually her first, but most hated, priority at the end of the year. She could only laugh to herself as she pictured Oscar doing it next year. She wasn't going to warn him.
Cass stared out the large window that looked out onto the quidditch pitch. She had landed a spot on the Holyhead Harpies for their next season. To think, she would be playing quidditch professionally! Female beaters were scarce, but they were essential for an all female quidditch team. She had received her offer via owl post just the week before. She had been scared that she wouldn't be drafted to a team because of her little stunt with Finn during the Hufflepuff match. It had been a stupid mistake that made it all the way to the Prophet. Ludo Bagman, who always wrote about new talent in the wizarding paper, prophesied that no team would take her because they would believe she was too much of a wild card. He believed that the Harpies would choose Mary over her. Obviously, they didn't.
"We're leaving, Cass. We will see you on the train." Cass vaguely heard this statement as the door to the tower slammed. She was positive she was the last one in the tower now. This meant she had to make the final round. That was the rule. Last one out did the last round. "Damn! That means I've got to climb those stairs again!" It only took a couple of minutes to look in the bathroom, girl's dorms rooms, and various closets. She waved her wand occasionally to send some odds and ends to a basket by the tower door. The house elves would come in after her to send those items via owl to their owner's homes. She worked through the boy's dorms slowly. The boys were messy compared to the girls. More and more items flew out the door as she made her way to the seventh year dormitory. Opening the door with a flick of her wand, she sighed. Had they not let the house elves clean since the holidays? It was disgusting! Cass tip toed through the room hoping not to touch anything. It took her about ten minutes to go through the dorm like this. Finding a half empty ink bottle under a bed, she flicked her wand to send it out the door. Her back was to the door so she could only hear a muffled "oomph!" as she heard the bottle break against the floor. Startled, she turned her wand at the boy, no, man standing in the door. Julius Lionheart was looking down at the ink now dripping down his shirt. "Oh! Julius! I'm sorry!" Cass dashed towards him with her wand outstretched towards him. "I'll get it! I'll get it out!" She hollered. Cass' left foot slipped in the newly formed puddle of ink on the floor.
