Magnetic Misletoe PV Cassian Clark Finished

The pretty first year with golden-streaked wavy hair had bumped into him on his way out of the dormitory that morning. He couldn't help but catch a whiff of her morning perfume, it was nice. Simple but tasteful. The girl had hurried off rather quickly, blushing slightly. Cassian hoped he hadn't offended her and he also noticed that she looked rather cute when she blushed. He realized a bit took late that he had been too busy thinking about her perfume to realized he never said anything to her. He found himself thinking about her as he lazily wandered down to the Great Hall for a weekend breakfast. The Christmas break was right around he corner and he didn't feel much in the mood for studying today.

He hadn't ever spoken to her before and wasn't exactly sure about her name. What he had heard about her was that she was supposedly one of the brightest students in her class. He had also seen her talking to many other students and she seemed popular and social. She talked with several students from all of Hogwart's houses. Which was interesting because around him she seemed pretty shy.
The only interactions they'd had were awkward eye contact from down the Great Hall table and sometimes in the corridors between classes. Cassian had occasionally seen her surrounded by friends in the Courtyard or in the Common Room, but he'd never spoken to her. In fact, that morning was the first time they'd spoken. Or at least, she had to him.

He was now seated at the Ravenclaw table beginning to start his breakfast. He glanced in her direction and saw her looking at him. Now it was his turn to blush, which he tried to hide by stuffing his mouth with food and glancing away. Just as he was about to ask his other Ravenclaw friends if they knew her name, she suddenly appeared right beside him.

"Um hey Cassian." she said.

Cassian struggled to quickly swallow his mouthful of food. "Oh hey, what's up?" He said finally getting the food down his throat. He reached for a glass to wash it down. "Look, I'm sorry 'bout this mornin', I didn't see ya earlier when we, ya know" he trailed off, thinking about her perfume again which was now in close proximity once again.

"But, uh, ya wanna sit with us?" Cassian slide down further on the bench, ignoring the snickers from his friends around him. Suddenly Cassian realized he hadn't even pretended to disguise his accent he was so flustered around her. He didn't usually sound that American, did he?

@Quinn Brook

Cassian quickly swallowed his food and looked at her. He's looking at me. Quinn thought. He started mubling about this morning and Quinn was once again called to his wavy brown hair. Wow... He is so cute! Quinn sighed lost in thought. Quinn blushed as she realized that Cassian had asked her a question.
"Um, sure... I'll sit with you guys." Quinn blushed profusuly as the other boys snickered at her. Cassian scooted over seeming very flustered.
"Um thanks. By the way my name is Quinn-if you didn't know already." Quinn added the last part very quickly then grabbed a muffin and started trying to make pleasent conversation. I hope that he doesn't care that I haven't brushed my hair yet. Quinn turned to Cassian hoping her face wasn't to pink.
"So um Cassian, what do you like to uh do?" That sounded pathetic. Quinn thought wincing.

Quinn took a peice of bacon from the pile of food just as the owl flew overhead. A large package dropped in front of her and landed in her toast spraying Cassian with avacoado. Oh come on! Quinn thought. Just what I need for a boy to like me, getting food all over him.
"Here let me help you with that." Quinn said grabbing a napking and handing it to Cassian. Quinn opened the package. It was from her mum, inside were 3 letters and a ton of sweets.
"Here, have a choclate frog." Quinn said thrusting one into his hands.
"Maybe it will make up for me getting avacodo all over your shirt." Quinn took the first letter from the box and opened it.

Dear Quinn,
It's me. Declan. I know your mum sent this to you and I know you can see it. I want you to know that I am coming home for christmas and I want to see you. Please respond, I really miss you. Also if you never talk to me then we will never make that restraunt.
Respond PLEASE
-Declan.

Quinn sighed and put the letter back in the box. Declan is a problem for another day. At least he doesn't seem to mad at me. Quinn looked back at Cassian who was still covered with her toast. Maybe Cassian can come to the owelry with me to send a letter later. He does seem so nice and like the person who would do that. Cheered by the thought Quinn set her mind to the task at hand-making Cassian like her.

@Cassian Clark

Sitting down next to him Quinn said, "By the way, my name is Quinn - if you didn't know already."

"Yeah, of course. I totally knew that," Cassian said, feeling a little guilty from not knowing her name. He was just noticing how pretty her hair was and he was trying to figure out why he liked it so much when Quinn started to ask him about his interests.

"Well, I love Defense Against the Dark Arts! I wanna join the Dueling Club, hopefully sometime soon," he was just thinking about how truly boring of a person he was when suddenly a package fell in front of Quinn, hitting several plates and dishes and leaving Cassian's front covered in avocado.

Suddenly Cassian found himself laughing, his shoulders heaving. He realized how long it had been since he had truly laughed. What with all the stress of the end of term and the final papers and exams, it felt good to laugh. Quinn handed him a napkin, which he thought was very thoughtful and polite of her.

Still chuckling slightly, he said, "No worries at all! I actually love avocado!" He began the process of cleaning himself up as Quinn looked at her package; which appeared to be many letters and sweets. Cassian tried to look elsewhere to give her some privacy with her letters. Instead, he found her offering him a chocolate frog and once again apologizing for the mess.

"Well, thanks, that's really nice of you. Honest, it isn't a big deal. No harm done!" But Quinn didn't seem to hear. She did, however, seem to be very interested in the letter she was reading. Cassian wondered who it was from. Probably her parents, he thought.

"So, I think I've had enough breakfast for the day," he said, a slight grin returning to his face. "I haven't heard much about you. What do you like to do?" That was partly true. He really didn't know what she liked to do, but he had heard quite a bit about her. Cassian noticed her still holding the letter in her hand, glancing at the others in the package.

"Do you need to respond to some letters? Maybe we could go together and we can talk on the way to the Owlry? Besides, it's been a few weeks since I sent a letter to my parents."
He really didn't know why he had just asked her to accompany him to the Owlry. It seemed like an odd thing to do and it felt forced and awkward, but what he did know what that he felt significantly less anxious around her. He felt like he could really be himself; none of this pretending to be English or pretending to be a Ravenclaw. And she made him laugh. That was worth quite a lot.

@Quinn Brook

Did Cassian just ask me. Me? To go to the owlery with him, not the other way around? Quinn was stunned. She replaid the message just to be sure. Yup he asked me. Quinn also relized that he didn't seem to care about the toast. Quinn took in a deap breath turned to Cassian and smiled.
"Sure Cassian, that would be great. Also I think it's really cool that you want to dueling club one day. Honestly I don't think I have enough skill for that. Quidditch is what really interest me. Oh and I like Potions." Quinn thought to add at the end.

Quinn batted her eylashes at Cassian. She grabbed her package and closed it so she wouldn't drop anything. Then she grabbed a muffing to eat on the way. Cassian makes me feel so relaxed, like he cares about me. Quinn smiled at Cassian again. He just made her so happy.
"Hey Cassian?" Quinn asked.
"Can we make a stop at the ravenclaw commen room first? I have to put my package down and grab a piece of parchment for my letter." Quinn loved talking to Cassian. It made her feel really happy. From what I've heard about him he seems to like blending in with the crowd and seems very friendly. He seems like he'd be really smart. Quinn wondered dreamily if he would help her study. Not that I really need it. Quinn thought.
"Um you might want to change too." Quinn noticed the large amount of misletoe in the halls.
"So are you going anywhere over win-" Quinn suddenly grabbed Cassian and pulled him to the floor. He had been about to walk into an overhanging that jutted out of the ceiling. Quinn became very aware that she was touching Cassian.

@Cassian Clarke

They headed out of the Great Hall together as Cassian still tried to get avocado off his clothes. By now it had mostly been mashed into the fabric, but Cassian found he actually didn’t mind.
They chatted as they strode through the chilly December corridors of the great castle. Cassian was very aware how much attention they got, particularly from the first years. He knew Quinn was popular, but he hadn’t anticipated all the attention that now was upon him too. He decided to focus on their conversation.

Quinn had mentioned she liked Quidditch. That was cool. Cassian wasn’t particularly fond of the sport, but enjoyed watching the house matches. Quinn also said she liked potions.
Potions class was difficult. It took accuracy, precision, and patience to succeed in potions. Cassian found the numbers and chemistry to be difficult. Eloise liked potions and she was incredibly talented in the subject. She was also very popular and Cassian found himself thinking that Quinn and his older sister would probably be great friends, given the chance.

They headed toward the Ravenclaw dormitories where they needed to, in Cassian’s case, change clothes and in Quinn’s case, retrieve some parchment.
Quinn was just starting to say something when suddenly she grabbed his arm and yanked him the the cold stone floor.

Cassian looked up to see an overhang that he hadn’t noticed earlier. He must’ve been pretty distracted with something, or rather, someone. The most surprising was what was dangling from the overhang. The overhang was decorated in a holiday garland with red ribbon. And hanging beneath it was mistletoe. Oh, thought Cassian.

Still crouching beneath the mistletoe, he turned to glance at Quinn and found her face inches from him. Surprised by the sudden close proximity, he drew in a quick k breath and with it another whiff of her perfume. He felt his face go hot and he knew he was blushing. Her hand still lingered on his bicep and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Uh, thanks. I didn’t see that before. I guess I would’ve knocked my head pretty rough, yeah?” He didn’t move, feeling the tension. The suddenly he became extremely aware of the other students in the hallway and knew he had drawn too much attention to bear.
He quickly stood up, awkwardly straightening his avocado-covered robes. He held out his hand to help Quinn to her feet and noticed how soft her hand was. And warm. He quickly let go of it and was surprised to feel some sort of emptiness after.

“Maybe I should meet you in the Common Room when you’re ready and I’ve had a chance to change clothes?” He asked, trying to get a move on with the subject.

Quinn relized that they were crouching beneath misletoe. Cassian turned to her and suddenly his face was very close to hers. Cassian blushed wildley and Quinn relized that her hand was still on his arm. Oh wow, he has muscles in his arms. Quinn blushed even harder as Cassian cleared his throught arkwardly. Quinn quickly dropped her hand from him and relized that way to many students were watching her and Cassian. Cassian said something about knocking his head but Quinn was to distracted by his close proxcimity to her face. Cassian suddenly stood up quickly and straightened his robes. Then he held his hand out to Quinn. Oh he wants me to touch his hand. His hand. Quinn grabbed it and then as if he relized what he was doing, after pulling her up he quickly let go. Quinn felt a weird sort of sadness afterwords.

"Maybe I should meet you in the Commen Room when you're ready and I've had a chance to change my clothes?" Cassian asked, obviously trying to move on after the incendent. Quinn, happy to oblige, nodded.
"Yeah, maybe I should grab my backpack. So that it's easier to carry my stuff. Um afterwords do you want to..." Quinn trailed off. I shouldn't ask him to hang out. That would be weird. Quinn thought. But her misbehaiving mouth said it anyway.
"Would you-would you hang out with me?" Quinn cringed.
"You know, as friends." Quinn noticed that Cassian was still blushing, or was it new?
"If you don't that's ok... I just think it might be nice to hang out in a not akward situation." Not like this. Quinn thought in her head. Oh, wow. A lot of people are watching me and Cassian. Quinn tried to avoid there stares. Quinn relized that her hair was a bit of a mess. Quinn grabbed her package from the ground and quickly set off towards the commen room once again. Quinn turned to Cassian.
"So um, do you want to?"

@Cassian Clarke

They had taken off rather quickly back to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Quinn had asked him if he wanted to hang out after, "as friends," and he wasn't exactly sure what she was implying. Of course he wanted to be friends with her. And he told her, without looking at her, that he would like to hang out after. He didn't know that much about her, but he found himself wanting to ask her so many questions. To learn about her life and friends and family. But more than that he wanted to hear her ideas, maybe see something from her perspective, something that he couldn't quite understand yet. He wanted to learn about her ambitions and dreams and what plans she had for the future. But of course he knew they had just met and all that might come in time. They had passed by the Common Room, Cassian hurrying up to his dormitory and swapping his avocado robes for some fresh ones. He met Quinn in the Common Room and together they went off through the giant castle.

So now here they were, ascending the many steps to the Owlry. The Owlry was built at the top of a tower, which Cassian figured was most convenient if one had wings. Cassian was glad his athleticism made it so he wasn't breathing very heavily. Ravenclaw's Common Room was at the top of a big tower as well, so he supposed he was used to ascending long flights of stairs. They reached the top and Cassian pushed the door open. The smell hit him first, followed closely by the sounds. Straw, wet wood, and bird poop were the strongest of the smells and it was now familiar to Cassian. Over the past year and half we had sent several letter back home to his family. The Owlry sounded just as one might expect. The tall, circular room was filled with soft hoots, but occasionally a screech sounded out, surprising the other owls and startling them.

Cassian pulled out a roll of parchment and quill and began to address his letter. He glanced at Quinn who seemed to be holding one of the letters from breakfast.

"So," Cassian said, trying to sound casual, "who are you writing too? Your family?"

@Quinn Brook

Quinn set down her box and hurredly put on a little purfume, applied some lipstick, made her golden hair shine more before grabbing some parchment and ink. Stuffing the stuff in her axcolotl bag, Quinn ran back down the stairs to meet Cassian.
"Well lets be off now." I still can't belive he said that he would hang out with me. Quinn thought. I mean this day is going great. Quinn skipped all the way down to the Owlery, trying not to overload Cassian with questions. Quinn grabbed Declan's letter and tried to think how to write back. Cassian snapped her out of her thoughts.
"So, who are you writing too? Your family?" Quinn froze. Oh jeez, what should I tell him?
Oh, um... just a friend, you know nobody importent..." Quinn trailed off. Of course Declans important. He saw the way I was distracted by his letter! Quinn tried to steer the topic away from him.
"Sooo, what do you like do Cassian? And who are you writing to?" Quinn looked at her plank parchment. Hmm how do I start this? Quinn mentaly kicked herself for bringing Declans letter.

Dear Declan,
How are you. I'm really sorry for not answering any of your letters but I'm doing it now. I really can't wait to see you during break and I do miss you. How is Ilvermorny? By the way I thought of a new recipe for the restraunt and I really want you to help make it. I promise that I'm not mad at you... just a little confused. I have lots of friends at school and I hope you do too.
Love
-Quinn

Quinn looked the letter over. Hmm that looks good. Quinn grabbed an envelope out of her bag and slid the letter in. She scribbled "To Declan" quickly and looked around for an owl. Suddenly she slipped on owl poop and fell right towards Cassian.

@Cassian Clarke

Interacting with: @Quinn Brook

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Quinn, let me know if you want me to use a specific color for your speaking part. Thanks!!

Both the young students were hunched over their parchments, each scribbling as fast as their minds could go. Quinn said she was writing to a "not-so-important friend" in response to Cassian's question, but Cassian was much more insightful than that. She'd been properly consumed by the letter since this morning and the author of said letter had to be significant to her on some level.
Cassian dabbed his quill in his inkwell and began a new sentence when Quinn spoke again. "Sooo, what do you like do Cassian? And who are you writing to?" She sounded like she was changing the subject. Interesting, Cassian thought.

"Um, well," he said distractedly. "I'm just writing to my parents. My older sister, Ellie, wanted to send a letter ages ago and I haven't gotten around to writing mine yet. As for what I like to do? Hmm good question."
He paused to contemplate the question. By now he had finished his letter and he slipped it inside of a larger envelope that already contained Elosie's letter. The envelope was addressed to his parents in Ellie's neat, girly handwriting. He was heating the wax seal with the tip of his wand when Quinn, looking around, seemed to slip and fall toward the nasty floor.

Luckily, Cassian already had his wand in hand. Pointing it at the falling Quinn and he said hurriedly, "Bullarum Immortalem!"
Hundreds of greenish-blue bubbles burst from his wand and created a sort-off pillow for Quinn as she fell. She landed softly on the colored bubbles which didn't break and Cassian sighed inwardly. He admired his handiwork, his bubbles were never the usual golden color, as he hurried over to help Quinn up. Taking her hand, for the second time in one day, he helped her stand. With a wave of his wand the bubbles disappeared.

This time, however, he didn't let go of her hand so easily. Once again he noticed how soft her hand was and the scent of her perfume. It was nice, the privacy of the owlery and not the overcrowded hallway back in the castle.

Before he realized what he was saying, Cassian glanced up and blurted out, "Too bad we don't have any mistletoe, huh?"