Cassiopeia Black grew up with more on her plate than the usual teen girl. She didn't get to wear pink dresses or cry over boys who had broken her heart. No. She was stuck worrying about her brothers and what the future holds.
James Potter never real...
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( chapter ) forty-three tw: slight abuse
CASSIOPEIA BLACK WAS NOWHERE as egotistical as James Potter, but she couldn't help but admit that she looked amazing in the dress.
The black, silk, fabric that made up the bodice of the dress hugged her in all the right places, shaping the curves she had higher up her body. The black, silk was covered in silver sequins and the way that the showing silk shimmered under the candle light made the dress look like a night sky, full of different constellations. It had a sweetheart neckline that dipped at her cleavage, just showing the right amount of breast. The sleeves of the dress were off the shoulder, dipping as they rested on her arm.
A silver belt that had a bow covered in small silver gems separate the skirt from the bodice, creating the perfect barrier of colours between the two pieces.
The skirt of the dress made Cassie stop and stare at it for a few seconds, before she began to sway slightly, entranced by the way the fabric moved.
The skirt was a emerald-green silk that fell like a waterfall beneath her, landing in a puddle of fabric on the floor. She hadn't yet put her heels on, making the dress seem much too long. The material fell perfectly to the floor, not a crease of strand of un-placed fabric in sight. The bottom of the dress didn't hug her figure, but the way it fell seemed to mesmerise her, the shimmer of the fabric, the way it swayed when she walked, the way she couldn't help but smile as it brushed slightly against her legs.
She stared at herself in the mirror for what seemed like hours, taking in every feature of herself.
From her healed face, that she wasn't even sure would heal, to her painted black toes that stuck out from just underneath the bottom of the dress as she pulled the fabric up so that she could walk without tripping up.
Her mother had come into her room to style her hair (Walburgas hand had reached her moved to Cassie's face when she entered the room, however before skin could meet skin she stopped herself) and stuck to muttering profanities under her breath as she curled her daughters now short hair. Creating a parting to the right of her head and creating a slight fringe for the girl.
Cassie smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, rolling her eyes to herself as she heard someone knock on Twelve Grimmauld Places Door.
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"Go get your sister Regulus." Orion Black said as he straightened his suit jacket for what must have been the tenth time since standing up only seconds ago. He seemed to be slightly repulsed as he said the word sister. Making Regulus frown, but go and get his sister nonetheless.
Orion and Walburga Black stood in the living room of Grimmauld Place - all the small dents in the furniture from where Cassie had harshly hit it gone - waiting for their houself to bring the Rosiers into the room.
