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𓃮@Cassandra Ironwoods • english| welsh • | • september 7th 2024 • 298 words 𓃮

Brookline woke up in her dorm with a warm furry body vibrating against her chest. Stretching her arms out, she cooed, “Hi Tigeress.”

The tabby cracked open her emerald gaze, and stretched, needing the bed’s covers. Brookline had taken a nap after lunch and classes, she was so tired, she even fell asleep in her robes. She rolled over the bed, Tigeress following her, springing off the bed, her tail held proudly.

Brookline switched her robes for a better outfit: a cute white top with a cashmere dark plum purple cover-up, and light blue ripped jeans. She rebraided her hair where she had two mini mini braids at the very top of her head and then two messy buns that sprouted from the braids, making the rest of her brunette hair down and long.

Walking out of the school, leaving Tigeress inside her dorm, Brookline ended up on the grounds, then the Great Lake. She wanted to think. She hadn’t received a letter from her family in seven days she had been at Hogwarts. She hadn’t been on good terms with her father when she left from Hogwarts either. It was a bit overwhelming, after summer camp.

Brookline walked to a tree, and sat down in the shade, pulling out a book from under her shoulder. It was Hogwarts, A History, a book she’s read more than six or seven times.

𓃠 𓃠 𓃠

“You’re in my spot.”

A voice echoed in her ears. Looking up, Brookline saw a tall person whom has blonde hair and was a upperclassman, a fifth year or sixth year. Scrambling up instantly, Brookline shut her book closed. “Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry. I didn’t know this was your spot,” She rambled, a bit nervous of what the upperclassmann could even do to her.

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𝐻𝑒𝓍 𝒞𝑜𝒹𝑒 #008080 English #006400 French #3c78d8 Latin #000000 Parsel #8B4513 Spanish	𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 @Brookline Quinn	𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃(𝓈) Eun-Ji Lee Hunt, Samantha Salwis	𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓊𝓉𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈 Reducio Dark Green Knitted Sweater + Silver Rimmed Glasses + Black Slim-Fitted Jeans + Dark Blue Acoustic Electric Guitar + Green With Gold Stripes Sneakers	𝒮𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝒮𝑒𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟩𝓉𝒽, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑜𝑜𝓃

As Cash waited for the other girl respond to their not so polite way of talking to other, a gentle breeze of the cool air caressed their long hair. The dark blue acoustic guitar they held in their hand, hung lowly. It took several minutes until the girl felt and noticed the sixth-year's presence.

“Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry. I didn’t know this was your spot,” The girl said as she scrambled. Cash's eyes fleet for a split-second toward the book that was being closed by the girl. The older student blink their eyes. Usually, when they are rude to other people, the other parties fight back.

But not this girl. Perhaps their past experiences with Hunt and Salwis made them think that way. Cash raised their eyebrows. The girl seemed nervous, making the green eyes wonder if the other girl knew who Cash was. Or maybe she ever heard about the reputation that Cash once held. Whatever the reason is, Cash did not want to think too much about it.

Another blow of wind blew past them, and Cash could feel the situation getting awkward between the young Ironwoods and the other girl. And it seems Aero could pick up Cash's uneasiness. The black and yellow Emerald Gaze snake approached the other girl.

And just like how a dog sniffed someone to know their scent, the snake slowly climbed and slithered around the girl. "Careful now," They said as Cash took a seat on the grassy ground of the lake. "Do not make a sudden move or he will eat you,"Cash added. The other girl did not need to know that Emera'd Gazer did not eat humans.

But it was fun to frighten the young girl while it lasted. It took some moment until Aero finished his observation and then slithers back toward his master. Friend he hiss. For none, Parsel, the other will see the snake hiss as the snake opens its mouth and shows its fangs. But to Cash, it wasn't like that.

"No. I don't need a friend,"Cash argued. Aero raised as he blinked his yellow eyes toward Cash. Friend the snake repeated what he said early on. "No"The young socialite uttered without missing a beat as they tuned their guitar. Friend. You do need it Aero hissed again and insisted.

Cash let out a sigh. The snake could be annoying. Be nice, Phoenix Aero said to Cash. Once Cash is done tuning their guitar, their green eyes throw a sharp glare toward the annoying snake. "Fine!"They give in. It was a futile attempt to argue with a snake who is more conscious than Cash.

After their best friend left Hogwarts abruptly, Aero took the role of Cash's loyal confidant and companion. Not only that the snake acts as their voice of reason. Cash then glances toward the girl. "Take a seat if you want,"They stated. Once the girl was seated Cash would tune their attention back to the guitar that was placed on their lap.

The Brit-Cuban mix would start to pluck their guitar strings as they sing lowly a Spanish song that were both their mother's and their abuela favorite song.

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OOC Note Just because Cash has a snake as a pet, does not mean you could assume that they are Parsel unless Cash told you. The only ones that know Cash is indeed a Parsel are A.S.P kids, Henry Knight, Starlee Kennedy and unfortunately, Samantha Salwis.

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𓃮@Cassandra Ironwoods • english| welsh • | • september 7th 2024 • 364 words 𓃮

Brookline noticed that the upperclassman did not sit down when she scrambled up. Well, hi? She almost said before the snake climbed up her. It was a shock to her. The snake was almost hidden, as she did not noticed it til now. She twitched, only making the snake creep around her faster, her eyes alighting with pure fear and she gasped, “Oh!”

The older student sank to the ground, warning Brookline about the snake. She twitched again, the dark pupils of her eyes grew bigger with fear. Soon the snake slithered down, and the Welsh Ravenclaw gave a long sigh of relief. The black and yellow snake curled its way back to the student, their dark blue guitar clutched in their hands.


The snake hissed, making Brookline think the black and yellow adder wanted to eat her, like the student said it might. But would Brookline take the words of a upperclassman stranger? No? Yes? Maybe... She didn’t want to take any chances. Better be safe than sorry.

The student started talking, probably to his pet snake. The Ravenclaw thought absolutely nothing about it. As she baby-talked, spoke, cooed... to her little tiger-like tabby. Maybe they just liked speaking with their pet snake. I wonder what’s its name? The girl thought, as she dug a foot in the dirt.


“Um.. I better go..” She trailed off as the older student said Brookline could sit down. She turned a foot in the dirt,she weighed this. She could go study, or.. get a upperclassmen friend. Even if they were a tiny bit demanding and had a frightening pet snake. She paused once again before speaking, “I suppose, not much to do, I guess.” Shrugging, she sat down, a decent fourish feet away from the student. She didn’t want the student to think she was rude, but didn’t want to invade their personal space again.

As she sat there, glancing at her nails, and at occasion, she would pick at them, and the older student was singing a song in a different language. Spanish? Or some other kind of language? If they finished, Brookline ’d say, “So, um, my name is Brookline. Uh, what ’s yours?”

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