Who: Paul & Cassandra When: After all the posts (Specifically Chase's journal & Evan's) What: ANGER Where: Their picnic hall Rating: Mmmm, not sure yet. At least medium
Cassandra had been released from the hospital earlier today. The bone re-growth formula had done most of its work when Cassandra was in a charm induced coma. For the first while after waking up Cassandra had hurt, but Pomfrey made amazing pain killers. Luckily, for Cass, the potions lasted an extended period of time. Since being released, Cass had mostly stayed in Slytherin and frequented her journal. She'd been reading back during the time she had been in the hospital, and trying to work out her dream. What did it mean? It had been driving her crazy since she'd first woken up. Dreams always meant something, but Cassandra was both terrified and slightly gleeful at the thought of what her dream might mean. She'd refused a relationship with Paul, but was a marriage with him a bad image? He was sweet and caring, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
After reading Evan's post, Cassandra had thrown her journal to the other side of the room with a scream. It wasn't that Cass loved Evan by any stretch, but she liked knowing he was there if she ever had desperate needs. For months she had enjoyed teasing and conversing with him, all of which Cassandra assumed would need to cease. It simply went against everything she knew to flirt with an engaged man. Who the hell could he be engaged to? She'd have known if it were one of her dorm mates, maybe that Zabini in seventh? Mariana would probably know, but Cassandra didn't want to ask her. Asking Mariana information was always admitting defeat, and Cass did her best to avoid it when possible. Although, Mariana's tailor had made a beautiful dress with a hideous colour.
Deciding there was only one thing she wanted to do, Cassandra grabbed a bottle of alcohol and left her room. Normally, Cassandra wouldn't be caught dead in a Slytherin t-shirt and sweat pants, but today wasn't normal. She was still in minimal amounts of pain, and before long she hoped to be sloppy drunk. Without saying a word to anyone in her common room, Cassandra left Slytherin and immediately headed towards the stairs. She was going to the very hallway Paul had prepared a beautiful picnic. It hadn't been a hallway Cassandra knew, which meant there wouldn't be anyone there. The walk was short, and Cassandra cursed herself for not remembering a blanket. Settling herself down against the wall, she began to take swigs of the firewhiskey.