☆ Cassandra Tarot | First Year | Slytherin ☆ (UGLY!!!)

☆ Physical Description ☆

Cassandra has curly black hair that is usually frizzy, mostly from her lack of care. She has tan, freckled skin and blue eyes. When she's allowed out of her cloak, she usually takes a liking to baggier and comfortable clothing, such as sweaters or sleepwear, even if it's merely the afternoon. You can see the collection of personalized bracelets and necklaces that she rotates through every week, most of them made herself.

☆ Mental Description/Personality ☆

Cassie is a carefree child, and if you asked her, that is the way children should be. She's very passionate about the things she thinks about. She was raised in a humble and cozy home with her two parents. She holds a special affinity for nature and the arts. Her favorite things to do are crafts, such as jewelry making. One of the things she misses about home is the muggle movies her mother brought her out to see.

☆ Backstory ☆

Cassandra Tarot was born to a loving family on December 12th, 2013. Her parents, Michael and Hekate Tarot, were nurturing and cared for their child unconditionally. Her father came from a pure-blood family and knew the pressures that kind of world brought on a child. He left his lineage to be with Cassie’s mother, who was a muggle. They settled down and decided to live a quiet life in London, tucked away in the corners of society. Growing up, Cassie was surrounded by both the mundane and the magical. Some days, she’d go to school or the theatre with her mother. Others, her dad would read her bedtime stories from the wizarding world and re-enact them with his own unique charm. It was a strange back and forth, and she was taught at a young age that she wasn’t allowed to talk about her father’s “stories” to her classmates. She was enrolled in a private school, another way her parents hid their family away. Despite her upbeat demeanor, Cassandra was a lonely child, something her parents could not fix. She was an only child, and other kids her age had seemed to sense something strange about her before she did. So when own abilities were realized, and her father began to regard her tales of Hogwarts, she found herself practically unable to wait for her own letter. As the years passed, she always peeked outside of the windows of her house, trying to spot an owl that would lead her to a life that was full of friends and magic.

☆ First Instance of Magic ☆

Cass tends to get upset at times. Letting her emotions get out of control is a bad habit of hers, despite how she’s convinced otherwise about it. It’s how her First Instance of Magic happened, an outburst at her old academy school when she was seven years old.

It was after class had let out, and everyone was walking out to head home. Cassandra had been arguing with an older classmate; about what, she had forgotten. They clearly weren’t taking her seriously, which was fair, because of her age. At the time, however, it hadn’t felt fair.

The argument had escalated on her end to the point where she was waving her hands around and exclaiming loudly for the entire courtyard to hear. The older child simply scoffed at her, turning to walk away. How dare they? She wasn’t done talking about this yet!

Cassandra had meant to grab them. To make them turn back around so they could keep fighting. She was too young to understand how, well, childish she was being. All she could process how frustrated she felt and how unfair they were being to her. She reached out, attempting to grab their shoulder. It was a surprise to her when the other kid seemed to lurch forward out of nowhere, stumbling and tripping into the school fountain.

“She pushed me!” They wailed, and Cassie watched helplessly as their clothes and bag began to soak. She hadn’t pushed them. She hadn’t even touched them!

Had she?

All of the kids around them were yelling about how she shoved them. Clearly, all they saw was the other kid tripping. She reached out a hand to help them up, suddenly feeling a strange sense of guilt. “Are you alright-?”

They smacked her hand away. “Don’t touch me! I don’t want your help!”

Cassie flinched back, disgruntled and ashamed for some reason. Soon enough, the teachers still on campus were alerted and came out to help the other kid and escorted them both to the Headteacher’s office.

“I didn’t push them, though!” Cassie yelled as she was dragged by the wrist. None of the staff listened to her, however. Most of them were doting on the older child who was now full on sobbing. When they got to the office, both of them were asked what happened. Cassie, obviously, refused the fact that she even touched the other kid. Eventually, their parents were called up to the school (her father refrained from using magic in their house, due to her mother’s job requiring her to make calls every now and then and overall inconspicuousness).

Cassandra’s father, Michael, had arrived in his best muggle attire, sheepishly greeting the other adults. After being explained the situation, he pulled Cassie aside with a serious expression. “Why did you push them?”

“I didn’t…!”

“You know you can tell me the truth, kid.”

“I am! I didn’t touch them.”

After this little back and forth, her dad’s face seemed to dawn with something like… realization? He smiled very softly, grabbing her shoulders. “Okay. I believe you. Could you do me a favor, kiddo?”

"Yeah?”

“I need you to tell them that you did push them.”

Cassie stared up at him for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The dots didn’t connect in her little seven-year-old brain. “But I didn’t!”

“I know you didn’t. But they can’t know that.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll explain later. If you do it, I could talk about it with you over some ice cream…?”

Safe to say, it was only a few moments later when Cassie “admitted” to her supposed wrongdoing. She was let off with a warning, but her dad got a talk about something called “behavioral issues”, whatever that meant. She apologized to the other kid and their parents, and walked out without much consequence, if not the distaste of a few of her teachers.

The rest of that afternoon was spent driving to the family’s favorite ice cream place, and Michael gently explaining his heritage and abilities at a quiet park. Tales of magic and a deeper society that went beyond the bedtime stories she was used to. Cassandra was still slightly confused about the part where she had to lie and keep everything a secret, but her dad insisted that she had to do this. And she trusted her dad. Especially when he compelled her with chocolate chip cookie dough.