Who: Cassandra and Elphias Where: Cassandra's house When: Saturday evening What: :) Status/Rating: Incomplete, PG-13
Cassandra couldn't help but laugh at the book that Elphias was reading aloud from. It was an utterly ridiculous piece of work, made all the more funny by the way they had chosen to narrate it for the rest of the evening. They were both sprawled out on the floor in the main room, which was where Cassandra preferred to spend the majority of her time anyway. It was exceedingly comfortable and, in Cassandra's opinion, picked up the best light.
Cassandra thought that it should have been stranger when Elphias had started essentially living with her. They had never made the explicit decision, but when she had asked him over, he had just... failed to leave. Cassandra couldn't say that she regretted it. It was more comfortable this way. She had been surprised at the magnitude of her loneliness after Godric had departed and Helga had moved out. They had been a source of warm and friendship in Lockewood. Without them, the house seemed to creep on her. It became threatening -- and invitation to the Gellert Grindelwalds of the village.
But she and Elphias were getting along rather well together. She enjoyed his company immensely; the longer they were together, the more comfortable she became. The less absurd her vision of their future seemed.