in which harry james potter slowly starts to fall for his best friend's twin sister, and cassiopeia dorcas smith tries to become her oldself.
cassiopeia dorcas smith x harry james potter !
[ slow burn,, kinda??? ]
[ started: 6 January 2024 ]
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CASSIE GRINNED ONCE SHE SPOTTED CALLIE AND Harry finally on the Quidditch field. Three quarters of the crowd was wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP".
"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Smith, Bell, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years —"
Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end. "Boo yourself," Cassie muttered, rolling her eyes.
She could see all her family and friends laughing at her comment. Apart from Azalea, she was wearing Adrian Pucey's Quidditch jumper. Gross.
Lee grinned. "And here comes the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill —"
More boos from the Slytherin crowd. Cassie knew Lee was right, though, as Draco was the smallest player on their team — the rest of them were huge.
"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.
Flint and Wood approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly.
"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three...two...one..."
The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air.
"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no — Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field — WHAM! —nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by — Smith, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Callie — nice swerve around Montague — duck, Cal, that's a Bludger! SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
"GO ON, CALLIE!" Cassie said loudly as Callie zoomed past her.
"OUCH!" Suddenly, Callie was nearly thrown from her broom as Marcus Flint went smashing into her.
"Sorry!" said Flint as the crowd below booed. "Sorry, didn't see her!"
A moment later, Fred Weasley chucked his Beater's club at the back of Flint's head. Flint's nose smashed into the handle of his broom and began to bleed.
"That will do!" shrieked Madam Hooch, zooming between then. "Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser! Penalty shot to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"
"Come off it, Miss!" howled Fred, but Madam Hooch blew her whistle and Alicia flew forward to take the penalty.
"Come on, Alicia!" yelled Lee into the silence that had descended on the crowd. "YES! SHE'S BEATEN THE KEEPER! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"
