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30 Jun 2021, 23:10
Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin  Beauxbatons 




CASSIE HEATHER
MCGREGOR-MARTIN
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she wasn't looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword... and maybe a whoopee cushion would be useful too.
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PERSONALITY
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Cassie tends to wear her heart on her sleeve, so you always know exactly where you stand with her. However, this is different for some negative emotions: although she is fine with letting people know that she is angry or even scared, she thinks of crying as a sign of weakness and refuses to cry in front of others if she can help it. She can keep cool in most situations, but often tends to slip up when trying to find excuses for her wrongdoings, which are sadly often as she likes playing pranks. Depending on her mood, she may keep grudges, and she has quite a temper, although she often just releases it by punching her pillow when she is alone. Cassie is sensitive to any remarks made about her height, and anyone heard calling her 'shortie' or similar will likely be graced with an unpleasant retort and ignored for the rest of the week (unless, that is, they are such a close friend of Cassie's that they only get the retort). This is the same for anything said about her family, religion, or friends. Cassie tries not to start fights unless there's no other option, but has no qualms in joining in one that's already been started if it's to defend a friend or for another reason she agrees with. In said fights, she's more likely to use her fists than her wand, since she has no confidence in her magical abilities and knows that her strength is more reliable. Due to Cassie's outgoing tendancies and habit of attempting to do everything all at once, most people in a class with her will know her name. Quite a lot of people like her, but many find that her tactlessness and unrefined enthusiasm is a little too much for them - not to mention her blood status as a muggleborn, which Cassie makes no attempt to hide and even flaunts in some situations.
RANDOM INFO
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  • Cassie never lies. However, she can be sarcastic when the situation calls for it (and even when it doesn't).
  • When introducing herself, she makes sure to point out that she has two first names and a double-barrelled surname, but that 'you can call me Cassie'.
  • She used to like acting with her friends in Godric's Hollow but hasn't acted since moving to France.
  • In team situations, Cassie finds it hard to yield to authority. Therefore, she prefers solo sports. The closest she could find to that at Beauxbatons was broom racing, which she loves.
  • The name 'Heather' was chosen for her by her mother, who sees heather flowers as a symbol of strength.
  • Most of her family calls her Cassie, but her paternal grandmother calls her Cass.
  • Though she could just get bruises and scabs healed by magic, Cassie usually doesn't because she can't be bothered to walk all the way from the grounds (where she usually gets injured) to find the nurse.
  • Since she speaks French for most of the year while at school, Cassie's French contrains barely a trace of an English accent.
  • Her handwriting is disjointed and often smudged since she prefers to write with a biro.
  • She lives in a fairly small village close to Paris.
    [*] Since moving permenantly to France, Cassie has gained French citizenship over English, but she sees herself as a citizen of both France and England.
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FULL NAME
Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin
DATE OF BIRTH
1st September 2008 [4:29pm]
CURRENT AGE
13
YEAR
4th
SCHOOL
l'Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons
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APPEARANCE
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Cassie has thin brown hair which she usually ties in a loose plait, and grey eyes which are usually either sparkling with mischief or set in determination. Though she isn't exactly ugly, she isn't very pretty either, a fact which she doesn't attempt to change and is even a little proud of. She is quite short for her age. This is the only thing about her appearance that she's sensitive about, since she is a firm believer that it's what's on the inside that matters. It's unusual to find her without any scabs, scratches, or bruises from her time spent on the broom racing track and quidditch pitch, which also gives her quite tanned skin in the summer months, and her nails are usually bitten down to stubs. When Cassie isn't in her Beauxbatons uniform, which isn't her favourite thing to wear by a long shot (as proven by how little she takes care of it: a few buttons are missing from her coat and both her cravat and shirt are nearly always untucked), or her broom racing gear, which is scuffed and constantly covered in grass stains (something which Cassie is very proud of because she says it shows that she 'works hard'), she can generally be foundwearing jeans and a t-shirt, probably with some sort of slogan on it. She barely ever wears jewelry, apart from a rosary bracelet given to her by her paternal grandmother, which she is almost never seen without.
[FC: Odeya Rush]

HISTORY
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Pierre Martin was a French-born baker who moved to England for a year at the age of 21 to learn its language. However, he ended up staying for far longer than planned when he met Harriet McGregor (a 22-year-old who was training to be a teacher) and the two formed a steadfast friendship that eventually turned to love. Fast-forward eight years, and not only were the pair married and settled together in Godric's Hollow, but they were welcoming into their family their first and only child, Cassie Heather.
Cassie spent the first ten years of her life growing up happily in Godric's Hollow - learning, playing pranks and proud to call herself 'one of the troop'. The Troop was a group of friends who went around pranking people, warding off bullies and occasionally putting on small theatre productions. She had no idea of the magical nature of most members, and (as they believed she was a muggle) they were careful to hide it from her. (Credit goes to Scarlett Aden for creation of the Troop - all mentions and godmodding of the Troop have been approved by her.) At the age of four, Cassie's parents discovered that she had a moderate allergy to strawberries, and eating one in any form resulted in vomiting, violent coughing and lightheadedness about ten minutes after they were consumed. If she ate a large amount of strawberries, she may faint. Since then she has never eaten one.
Her first experience of magic was when she was six years old and, after a disastrous experience involving a broken bottle of orange hair dye, managed to magically wash the dye from her hair, leaving it as it was before. Seeing as her parents didn't notice and she never got into trouble for it, she never told a soul and eventually had herself convinced that it was a 'trick of the light', however weak the excuse sounded even to her.
When she was ten years old, she and her parents moved to Paris, France, in order to live closer to Pierre's parents, Xavier and Brielle. Her first experience of magic in France was when she forgot to take a sick bag with her off the plane, and threw up all over the steps. After a second, the sick was gone and everyone seemed to forget it had ever existed, which suited Cassie just fine.
She spent the next year learning to speak fluent French rather than the few phrases she had learned from her dad at home, and attending a French primary school where she was known primarily as 'le enfant des Anglais' (the English child), though she did make several friends.
When she was ten years old, Cassie discovered that she was a witch through an invitation to attend Beauxbatons, which she accepted after pleading with her parents to let her go to boarding school.
She grew up as a Catholic Christian, and is still one now - she says her prayers in English every night, and (though she is not able to go to Church while at school) she still counts herself as a practicing Catholic.
She hasn't contacted any of her friends from either Godric's Hollow or Paris since, apart from seeing her French friends whilst home for the holidays. Much to her regret, she was forced to completely sever contact with her English ones due to the absence of a muggle post office near Beauxbatons.
She has since discovered herself to have a talent for flying (on broomsticks, of course, though she doesn't yet have one of her own) and casting counter-spells.
At home, she speaks a mix of French and English in order to make sure she doesn't forget either language, and at school speaks mostly French, though she has been learning some basic sign language from her friend Sébastien Batteux (Stanley Buttons).
While at Beauxbatons, Cassie has been hearing sometimes disturbing rumours of a group named SCAR, run by squibs. She's heard some things that suggest they're a peaceful group who just want more rights for squibs, but also some that suggest they're terrorists who will do anything to meet their ends. After witnessing first hand the results of their Hogsmeade bombing, during which Koldov students her age were killed in cold blood, Cassie is starting to agree with the latter.

courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear.
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HARRIET BLYTHE MCGREGOR
Mother
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Info about Harriet goes here.
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PIERRE OLIVIER MARTIN
Father
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Info about Pierre goes here.
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THALASSA MARIE MCGREGOR
Maternal Grandmother
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RYAN EDGAR MCGREGOR
Maternal Grandfather
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Info about Ryan goes here.
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AUGUST RYAN MCGREGOR
Uncle
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AMBER SAGE MCGREGOR
Aunt
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CARYS FAITH MCGREGOR
Cousin
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RUFUS BENEDICT MCGREGOR
Cousin
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Info about Rufus goes here.
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XAVIER MARTIN
Paternal Grandfather
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Info about Xavier goes here.
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BRIELLE DAPHNÉ MARTIN
Paternal Grandmother
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Info about Brielle goes here.
a true friend is someone who thinks you're a good egg even though they know you're slightly cracked.
CHARLES ALLURING
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Charles is one of Cassie's oldest and closest friends. He's the one who showed her how to get into the Place Cachée when she and her parents first went shopping for school supplies, and acted as a sort of tour guide to the wizarding world. She genuinely likes the Durmstrang boy and thinks of him like a brother. One side effect of this is that Cassie sees it her responsibility to look out for 'Charlie' and try to protect him from himself.
SCARLETT ADEN
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Cassie practically grew up with Scarlett, whom she was best friends with when they both lived in Godric's Hollow. She had resigned herself to never being able to write to or see her again when she started Beauxbatons, but was delighted to discover when she visted Hogwarts for the first time that Scarlett, along with everybody else in The Troop (the nickname they had given their friendship group) was magical as well. Since then, Cassie looked forward to seeing her friend on each visit to Hogwarts, until Scarlett was pulled out in order to be homeschooled by her aunt. The girls still exchange letters (in which Cassie tries to come up with as many nicknames for her as she possibly can) but Cassie hasn't seen Scarlett in a while.
ANDREW LYCAN
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Cassie was first introduced to Drew by Charles in May 2021 and started off seeing him just as 'Charles' friend'. Since then, though, she's gotten to know him better on Hogwarts visits and through letters and considers him a close friend.
SÉBASTIEN BATTEUX
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Despite being in the year below Cassie due to illness during their second year, Berry is still one of Cassie's closest friends at Beauxbatons. Plus, the two share a birthday, which is possibly one of the reasons they became friends in the first place. Berry's even teaching Cassie some simple FSL (French Sign Language), which Cassie is enjoying, and they hosted a joint birthday party together for their thirteenth birthdays.
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ROSELLA SOKOLOV
A member of the International Student Squad and a close friend.
AYUMA KOBAYASHI
Cassie hasn't seen her in a while but still considers her a friend.
RAPHAEL AVELINE
Friend and fellow muggle sports fan, especially football.
SYLVIE EVERETT
A good friend, and just as bouncy as Cassie.
MAXIMILIEN DE FOSTONCY
Fairly good friends. Cassie's undecided whether 'Max' is a good nickname or not.
Lmk if you think your chara should be in the relationships bit!
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a storm was coming, but that's not what she felt. it was adventure on the wind and it shivered down her spine.
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Last edited by Lucia Fox on 12 Nov 2022, 09:49, edited 12 times in total.

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30 Jun 2021, 23:10
Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin  Beauxbatons 
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STATISTICS
Stamina 11 | Evasion 14 | Strength 10 | Wisdom 7 | Arcane Power 4 | Accuracy 13
Total: 59 (55 from year 5 + 4 sports wins - x, x, x, x)
ABILITIES
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Year One | Sixth Sense | +2 awareness, 25% chance of detecting hidden entrants, charmer immunity
Cassie McGregor-Martin had always had a sort of sense for things.
This came in useful many times as a youngster - whether to run away when she heard an adult's soft footsteps about to catch her in some act of wrongdoing, or to realise at the last minute that a much-needed prop was absent from the stage during a play - and seemed to carry on into what she proudly named 'the years of double digits'.
Perhaps the most prominent, revealing, and - dare I say it - interesting of the times when Cassie seemed to notice something out of the ordinary was at school in Beauxbatons, at the age of twelve.
She was talking to one of her friends after both going home for the winter holidays - les vacances d’hiver, as it is in French - and the two had a perfectly normal conversation about what Cassie's holiday had been like. Cassie noticed that her friend did not share any details of her own weeks, but did not comment on it until she noticed that the other girl was not wearing a necklace which Cassie knew she never usually took off. It had been a family heirloom which the girl had been very proud of, and when Cassie questioned her over its absence her flash of insight was rewarded - her friend had fought with her parents over returning to school, and had been keeping it a secret. Without Cassie's sixth sense, it was unlikely the poor girl would ever have shared the burden of guilt she carried.
Cassie has never been particularly sure when it was that she started noticing things. An organiser by nature, she has been able to tell when something is missing ever since she was too young to remember - from the moment she cried for the teddy she didn't know had fallen out her cot at the tender age of one.
Though many might call the 'niggling feeling' in the back of Cassie's mind whenever she is sure something is wrong a 'nervous habit', or simply say that she is 'being overly anxious', Cassie is certain that she can trust the feeling to tell her when there is something out of place or even missing entirely.
She seems to be right as well - after all, her 'niggling feeling' - or, as some may call it, sixth sense - has never failed her yet.
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Year Two | Fearless | immunity to fear effects
Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin is, it may be said, fearless.
Of course, that is not really true - everyone has fears, and Cassie Heather would be the first to admit her own - but the young population of Paris seem to share a romantic streak, and bravery can often be mistranslated into fearlessness, whether as a result of jealousy, admiration, or even simple loyalty.
Cassie has always had those things she has been afraid of - desease, rejection and loneliness to name a few - but she also possesses the rare ability to contain these fears, and even face them head on if the need arises.
This courage is one of her biggest and most noticable personality traits, and enables her to do most of the things she enjoys, and a few that she does not. In fact, one of the first things you might notice upon meeting the only child of Pierre and Harriet is her outgoing personality: how she doesn't let the world stop her, no matter what. People can do what they like, Cassie often says, but so can I. This rather Gryffindor like world view mostly stems from her courage - and apparent fearlessness - which enables her to do just about anything and everything, from walking up to a random stranger and complimenting them on their new hat, to climbing on a broom and flying a course she has never seen before at a hundred miles an hour.
Perhaps the most notable of times when she swallowed fear and gained the lable of 'fearless' was the first time she ever tried broomracing.
Cassie Heather had seen from the moment she got onto a broom that she had a knack for flying, even on the rusty school brooms she had to deal with until her parents finally decided she could buy one, but when suddenly faced with obsticals the likes of which she had never seen before, she knew she had to try. The race that ensued was perhaps the most dangerous she has ever taken part in, to this day. All the first years were desperate to prove their worth as a broom racer, and it was a test of not just her sportsmanship but her courage as well. There were plenty of times during that race when she had the opertunity to give up, but Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin just couldn't. The blood was up, and she had gained a sense of adventure that would compell her to take the craziest risks, the strangest dares, the most impossible trials. This sense of adventure, and thrill of taking risks, she would never lose.
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Year Two | The Muggle Condition | +3 acc on non-magical actions
Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin was a muggle-born. Although it was hard to tell most people's blood statuses just from looking at them - unless they were haughty purebloods, it wasn't something people usually told others at first meeting - but it would only take a few conversations with Cassie for another to at least have the suspicion. Whether it was her constant grumbles about learning some 'stupid' spells ("When am I ever going to need to turn a flowerpot into a bird in real life?!"), her undisguised amazement whenever she encountered something magical she'd never seen before ("Hold up! You mean dragons actually exist?!"), or simply her confused expression when someone dropped a word she'd never heard before into a conversation ("Sorry, what? What's a 'bowtruckle'?"), everyone would understand sooner or later. Cassie didn't mind. In fact, Cassie Heather was quite proud of her heritage. She was proud of her parents, and she liked being different. It was annoying, sometimes, sure - like when she had to pay extra attention to some lessons because she was missing information that wizarding-born children would have - but she was proud.

Cassie Heather had only been at Beauxbatons for a few weeks when an older student laughed at her failed (and quite pathetic, really) attempt at a charm, calling her a 'mudblood'. This word was new to her, and when Cassie enquired as to its meaning (with flushed cheeks, as she was sure from the tone that it wasn't anything good), she was told mockingly that it was 'a word to describe people like you, who don't deserve what they've been given'. This explanation did not bode well for Cassie, so she next asked one of her friends what the word meant. Needless to say, she received a fuller and more sympathetic definition this time. The next day, she decided that revenge was necessary. She took a Muggle pen, poked a hole in it with the sharp end of her (also Muggle) compass, and dropped it into the older student's bag. The ink leaked everywhere and covered all of his school books, completely drenching them with black. Although the student could never prove it, he knew it was Cassie, and never called her a 'mudblood' again.

After that incident, Cassie decided two things.

Firstly, that the word 'mudblood' would no longer be an insult to her. She would take it just as she would take any other meaningless comment on her appearance or possessions - with indifference and the knowledge that whoever spoke it was not worth her time. There were just three things which Cassie Heather McGregor-Martin could not stand being insulted about, and her blood status would not be one of them. She would stand strong, just as he parents always told her to.

Secondly, Cassie made up her mind to be as 'obviously muggleborn' as she could be. Her 'skill' with just about any spell or charm other than counter-spells was essentially non-existant (or, at least, that was how Cassie viewed it: a 'spell' only ever seemed to work for her when she did it accidentally) and she vowed to rely on her magical power as little as she could. After all, she'd managed it for this long, hadn't she? She signed up for broomracing and then quidditch, both of which were games of physical and mental prowess rather than magical. She used a pen instead of a quill whenever she could get away with it. Once, she even asked her parents to send her an old travel CD player so that she and her friends could take it apart and she could show them what a 'battery' was.

All this, just to be different. Cassie Heather sure had a long journey ahead of her if she was going to make her idea of 'different' acceptable in everyone else's eyes.
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Year Four | Impartial | immunity to aesthetic effects
Whenever Cassie met people who went to a wizarding school other than Beauxbatons, she noticed that they all seemed to share the same misconceptions about her school. Beauxbatons was painted as a school for the elite, where every student was graceful, pretty, and polite. That wasn't true! Or was it? Because, as much as Cassie didn't want to admit it, there were a lot of pretty people at Beauxbatons. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe it was because of the reputation the school had accidentally built up. Maybe it was because Beauxbatons students were encouraged to take pride in their appearance and none of the other schools really cared that much.

Either way, Cassie enjoyed subverting people's expectations. She herself was entirely average in the looks department, and - just as she was told to do - took pride in that. Makeup was itchy so she never wore it. Skirts were impractical so she never wore them. In fact, Cassie's fashion sense only went as far as finding the funniest thing written on a t-shirt and wearing the same pair of jeans multiple days in a row.

It was probably because of this lack of care over her own looks that Cassie found it difficult to categorise other people's. Of course, there were some people who fell squarely into the categories of either beautiful or ugly. A vague standard of prettiness was something that everyone learnt as a child - it was engraved into you as you grew up that some people were pretty, and some people were not. But most people, in Cassie's experience, lay in between. And even for those who fit into their boxes, that didn't mean anything to Cassie. Why should a person's appearance change your perception of them, when it's what's on the inside that matters?

Love was another thing that Cassie found confusing. She had friends who crushed on celebrities, or on people who they'd seen in the corridor but never spoken to. Cassie, though, didn't understand how you could just look at someone and decide that they were 'hot', and see them as a possible romantic partner. It was all a bit silly. How did facial symmetry and a particular type of hair make a person desirable? Sometimes, Cassie would find herself stuck on the outside while her friends had conversations about the people they crushed on, or how hot the new kid was. She didn't entirely mind this - after all, she was clearly correct in not judging people by appearances - but sometimes ended up wondering why it happened. Was crushing as much of a big deal as some people made it out to be? Did your appearance really matter? What-

But then she would force herself to stop. There was no point going down a rabbit hole of trying to work out the reasons behind her classmates' actions. Maybe people could be pretty, but they were never attractive to Cassie. She was just impartial to all that nonsense.
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Year Five | Obnoxiously Strong | +15% strength
In Cassie's very-almost-fifteen years on this Earth, she had gained a certain wisdom: people, it turns out, can be very strange. Raphael Aveline, aka the quiet kid on the broomracing team, was one of those people, and it surprised Cassie just how well they got along. Usually, the girl tended to surround herself with people like her: namely, people who talk a lot. But she'd started hanging out with Raphael what seemed like years ago, and somehow her own chatter combined with his lack of it produced a comfortable middle ground. And anyway, there wasn't much time to talk when you were racing 50 feet in the air, or listening to football commentary on the radio, or lining up to take the perfect shot.

Raphael and Cassie had initially bonded over a shared interest: sport. Cassie hadn't really expected them to have anything else in common, but as time went on she found herself doing more and more things with Raphael. They weren't best friends by any sense of the word, but they had a sort of camaraderie that came from spending unimportant moments together. Eating lunch. Class projects. And, in the last year or so, working out.

It had been Raphael's idea, of course. Cassie had always thought of working out as incredibly boring, but when Raphael brought a stupid amount of weight-training equipment with him to Beauxbatons and declared that he needed to be stronger to be a better broomracer, Cassie wasn't going to let him beat her. They may be friends, but that didn't mean that Cassie was okay with the boy thrashing her in every broom race just because he'd put the effort in to get some muscles. So, Cassie had joined him in his quest for strength, and it really wasn't as boring as she'd expected. Not only was it fun working out with a friend, but she and Raphael managed to find ways to mix it up beyond what you'd find at a regular Muggle gym.

Weight-lifting looked boring when Cassie saw it on the TV, but adding a sense of competition to it made Cassie far more excited to keep trying more, and more, and more. Whether Raphael was interested in beating Cassie was debatable, but Cassie was certainly interested in beating him, and even if she couldn't feel the benefits of such work straight away, over time she couldn't help but notice the muscles that were slowly making their appearance whenever she looked in the mirror.

And it wasn't just weights. Pull-ups were something that Cassie had always thought looked fun, but she had never really been sure how you were supposed to do them. They looked very serious when all the practise you had was monkey bars at primary school. Luckily for Cassie, Raphael didn't really know what he was doing either, which made it easier for her to just have a go and see what happened. Still, regular pullups were fun, but what was more exciting was pullups in unexpected places. Doorframes, her broom, even the quidditch hoops, all bars became equipment in Cassie's eyes. And the thrill of drangling so far up you'd break both your legs if you fell only added to Cassie's enjoyment (although she and Raphael did suspend a bedsheet beneath them between their brooms, so they didn't actually crash down to earth when they fell).

Raphael and Cassie tried out and practised plenty of other excerises too, and Cassie had to admit that she hadn't thought many of them were possible without access to the sort of sym equipment that required electricity. She was a sporty sort of girl, yes, but her sports had always been limited to football, broomracing, and quidditch. Working out was something new to her, and she'd always assumed that you needed a gym membership to get started. But that wasn't true at all. Thick elastic bands - the proper name for them was 'resistance bands', but whenever she used them Cassie had to fight the urge to just flick them at Raphael like an elastic band at school - could do pretty much everything that a machine could in Cassie's eyes, and even in the magical halls of Beauxbatons Cassie was able to get fitter, and stronger.

The change was more noticable to other people than to Cassie herself. Even when she went home for Christmas, her relatives were amazed at how different she looked, but Cassie passed it off as the normal sort of "haven't you grown?" that she faced every time she returned home. She doubted that her strength had increased as rapidly as her parents and grandparents thought it had, but it had definitely increased. The weights she lifted got heavier. She could do more and more reps. And, slowly but surely, her strength became obvious. And it was all thanks, surprisingly enough, to the quiet boy from the broomracing team.