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Cassius Ward

"pardon? I mean... er... what?"

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a character in “Magnus Grex School of Witchcraft and Wizardry”, originally authored by Marcus89, as played by RolePlayGateway


Cassius Ward


Basic Info

Name:Cassius Ward
Age: 16
Gender: Male
House: Vulpes, sixth year
Birthplace: Surrey, United Kingdom.

  • Comic Books
  • Eating
  • Magic books
  • Being right
  • The cold
  • Water
  • History
  • Mythology
  • Silence

  • Crowds
  • Being the center of attention
  • High maintenance people
  • Clique culture
  • The term "mudblood"
  • Fizzy drinks
  • Blood


Cassius isn't good at a lot of things, he isn't necessarily bad at them, he just isn't good. More often than not he will find himself forgetting the magical way out of a situation and can be found struggling on the floor with something a quick spell would sort in seconds. Living a life with muggle parents and not finding many friends at Hogwarts left him feeling very much an outsider in the magical world. He does know all of the spells his peers do, he just forgets them when it would be appropriate to remember. Sometimes it seemed that Cassius treated Hogwarts like he was reading a fantastic book about magic more than being part of it, he would often find himself in lessons thinking 'Wow, I wish I could do that' before he remembered he could.

Ironically social interaction is one of the areas Cassius is not terrible at, if the interaction is taking place in a small group, ideally four or less, in a non-crowded area, and no one has mentioned his stupid name.

For all of his foibles few could deny Cassius was intelligent, he attributes his knowledge to the amount he reads. It is rare a question about magic, or history, or comic books is asked that Cassius does not know the answer to. Reminding him of the practical application of his knowledge is another matter entirely.


Image"I was born in Surrey 16 years ago. That's a place in England where nothing happens, ever. You can't expect a whole lot from someone born in Surrey, really but I'll do my best. Andrew and Lucy, sorry, my parents, are pretty unremarkable. They both work together selling and decorating cakes. Birthday cakes, weddings cakes, all kinds of cakes. Who knew there was real money to be made just by making cakes? I mean, I don't want to make them sound crap, believe me they are really good cakes. Er... sorry, back to the history. My parents are both muggles, so it came as a pretty big shock when someone from Hogwarts showed up a few years back. They still don't understand it all properly, and between you and me I sometimes forget as well. I know, I know, 'how can you forget? you live in a big castle full of wizards most of the year.' Believe me, when you have no friends and sit alone reading with Odin as much as I do it all becomes like one big story, but... er... one you live in. That didn't make sense did it?


It's not easy began being called Cassius. Kids are cruel, they find any weakness and pounce like a bunch of vicious monkeys! So of course I was called Cassy for six years at school, by girls and boys. It's weird when the boys are calling you a girl because of your name, and then the girls join in calling you a girl as an insult... yeah, that's what I grew up with in school. It never bothered me, it was just weird. Having no friends makes you read a lot, y'know? I mainly read comics and always dreamed of having that power, the power to help people and be worshiped as a hero! As it turns out irony is a funny bugger and I do have that power, it also turns out that I hate being the center of attention so being a superhero would probably make me throw up.

My parents have been talking about moving to America for years, but I never thought anything would come of it. This year they packed everything up and we just left, pretty quickly. They thought it would be funny to move to Salem so here we are. I guess it is kinda funny. Luckily no one is hunting me down just yet.

America is weird, it's like moving out of the real world and into a Hollywood film. Everyone is either beautiful or hideous, there is no middle ground whereas back home everyone is middle ground. I've quickly learned two important things about the US:

  1. Everyone within earshot will run over and say 'Oh my god are you from England?' when they hear a British accent
  2. People here seem to have more feelings that the English.

It was a pain getting the transfer between Hogwarts and Magnus done, but I managed it. Andrew tried to help me but knows even less of the 'fairy land' (his words not mine) than I do."


Do you know much about the Harry Potter Universe?:
I've seen all of the films a few times and read most of the books; plus there is always the wiki.
How often do you get online?:
Pretty much every day.
How often can we expect you to be able to post?:
At least every other day, but I'll most likely end up sitting on the forum spamming F5.
Copper Cauldron

So begins...

Cassius Ward's Story



Aberforth looked over to the 1st years and welcomed them all with a toast of butterbeer in his cup. He walked down the platform steps and watched as the 1st years began to be sorted. They were all so young to Aberforth, all going through what he went through at Hogwarts, And even Aberforth couldn't resist the temptations of being headmaster.

He looked at all the students and smiled."Now..To all the students that couldn't make it we understand the delays. Here at Magnus Grex we take care of our own as if we were all family. And that's where the magic begins. As classes begin tomorrow we will expect all students to be on time, no later than 9:10 a.m. We have four houses. Ferre,Vulpes,Cervus and Arietem all competing for the house cup that is won every year.

I must say however that to the older students, set an example for our younger students and also follow the school rules. These rules are updated every year. No sneaking about the corridors and dormitories losing your trousers."
They all laughed.No unforgivable spells are to be taught or learned either. I trust all of you, so much that I believe in your talents.Your skills.Your charms. The path to success is the goal, and the goal is the key to everything."

Now, to the exciting parts. We will be having multiple clubs this year. Herbology,Dueling,Potions,Charms, and the most popular one among the students, the four quidditch teams."
The students all jumped up in excitement as Aberforth laughed again, almost falling over his cloak.

"Now..unless I'm boring you all to your immense death I shall say it once, not twice. Let the Magic..BEGIN !!"


Cassius Ward


Being in a new grand hall was weird. Aberforth seemed so relaxed and everyone looked happy, everyone except Cassius that was. He wasn't upset, he was just nervous. He had perched himself at the Vulpes table quite early on and since then a flood of laughing and shouting students had surrounded him at their seats. No one took any notice of the quiet new kid; which was just the way Cassius liked it for the time being. 'Ease into it' he thought 'You've got a whole year to make friends, just make it through the meal and go find your dorm.'

He checked again if anyone was looking at him and, so far as he could tell, they weren't. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the dry lump that was Odin. Cassius gently stroked Odin's nose and put him on the table next to his plate, where the toad just sat with what Cassius had begun to think was a small smile. Hushing himself to a whisper Cassius leaned his face close to Odin. "What do you think? Should we try talking to someone?" The toad puffed out his mouth, somehow making no sound. The two stared closely at each other, neither made a sound and the toad deflated. "Ahh, screw you anyway."

Picking up his toad and putting it back in his cloak Cassius looked around once more, this time smiling. Maybe he would try and make some friends here, it couldn't do any harm. As long as no one saw him talking to his toad at dinner he'd be fine.

'Think of the transfer as a chance to reinvent yourself'


Veronica smiles over at Anna when the sixth year takes a seat beside her- it doesn't really cross her mind that she kind of ignored Sam back there, partially because the two aren't extremely close. To be honest, there are several respects in which they might be a bit too alike to be friends- they'd likely butt heads. Anna, on the other hand, is someone with whom Ronnie gets on very well, despite the aforementioned dislike for one of the girl's closest friends. She's not going to judge based on who one's friends are, so long as they don't start picking up nastier habits. "Ready for the new year, then? It's your last," Ronnie comments, but regrets it almost instantly. Not because she thinks that it will dampen Anna's mood, but because the thought of this year ending sours her own very slightly. She's never been the sort to focus on the future, but lacking a magical background, is concerned about what she will do following her graduation from Magnus Grex. It's a bit of a touchy subject for the otherwise quite relaxed, or at least carefree, girl.

As Aberforth begins his speech, it is soon clear that Ronnie isn't overly interested in what he is saying. That is, until he mentions that elder students should follow the rules, in order to set an example for the younger ones. This puts a guilty smile on her face, one that's contradictory to the daring gleam in her eyes. And, of course, as he begins to mention Quidditch, she is one of those who jump up. The girl is a beater for the Vulpes team, and a rather big fan of Quidditch in the general. It's only natural, for she grew up among muggles exclusively, and so up until she came to Magnus Grex, the idea of such a fantastical sport would have been a distant dream for her. "Vulpes!" she calls out, grinning and cupping her hands around her mouth as she does so. For all of her rule-breaking and the like, she's got a good deal of school spirit, especially when it comes to competition among the houses. She's always been a very competitive young woman, after all.

After the speech ends, Ronnie notices Harvey out of the corner of her eye, and turns to give him a wave and a wicked sort of grin that says Ready for another year of shenanigans? Of course, between the two of them, Harvey seems a lot more likely to wind up in detention. While Ronnie has spent quite a few afternoons in a teacher's office, she's got a gift for sneaking away at the last minute. While her head is turned in that direction, Ronnie notices something rather strange. The sorting hasn't begun, and yet there is an unfamiliar face sitting at the Vulpes table. Perpetually curious, and always too nosy for her own good, Ronnie immediately reaches over and taps him on the shoulder, only just getting a glimpse of a toad, and hearing him mutter something.

"Is he a good conversationalist, then? I've been toad that they are- there's just the concern of them croaking on you," she can't hold back a grin at her own cleverness, though her puns are actually quite poor. Ronnie's got quite a weakness for puns, all the same.


Cassius felt a tap on his shoulder and caught himself choking on air. Assuming someone was about to tell him no toads were allowed in the main hall Cassius began cycling through excuses in his head, 'He's sick. He followed me in here. I didn't know we weren't allowed them.' To his surprise he turned to face a student, not an angry member of staff. The first thing he noticed was how pretty she was, it was a shame that his jumbled thoughts about Odin and nerves caused him to gargle his words as he looked at her.

"Oh, er... yes" He managed to get out. 'Idiot, she was joking' he internally berated himself 'Relax, it's your first chance to make a good impression on someone. Look at her, she's smiling. She must be nice.'

Cassius realized no one else was paying the two attention and that he was noticeably making a puzzled face, he quickly righted it into an embarrassed smile and could feel his cheeks going red. "He's more of a bother than you'd imagine. Like an imaginary friend who runs away a lot." He grinned, thinking about Odin fondly.

As he talked his face seemed to doubt every word that came out of his mouth. "Do you... do you have a pet? Cassius paused, and bared his teeth in frustration with himself, his cheeks went even more red. "I mean, of course you do... but, what type? Sorry."



Lucius smiled over as Aberforth finished his long dreadful speech."Herbology ? Her-Herbology ? Are you serious ?" He laughed and began to eat his food knowing Harvey would follow in lead."If anything what we need is a long's night rest from his hairy beard." Lucius chuckled as the students sitting next to him laughed, some dropping bits and pieces over their robes.

After he finished eating he watched the 1st years being escorted to their rooms all by one. Lucius ate the last piece of his blueberry muffin and whispered to one of the Arietem students."Death Eater meeting by 9. Bring all of your youngest recruits by the quidditch post. I believe we are going into the tunnels tonight."

Lucius walked out of the corridors and spat on the ground by the mudblood girl, Veronica. He smirked and jogged outside of the corridors making sure he was unseen.

He ran until he could no longer breathe. He suddenly walked up to the group of boys all cloaked as Lucius smirked to himself."And what is this ? 1st years ? You brought children into the group ? He pushed one of the 1st years onto the ground and looked upon his face."Agriplio." He shouted as the boys memories invaded Lucius's mind. He stood up and looked down upon the small boy."Joane' Flutnick. A half-blood."He sighed and looked towards the rest of the group.

And now, do you see squirrels ? These 1st years are tempted. Not all can be trusted. The poor boy stood on his weak legs and yelled at Lucius."You can't hurt me...I-i-..i'm going to tell Dumbledore about your club you jerk !!" Lucius stood back and ran upon the boy, smacking him hard, his hand hitting the boys cheeks with anger."How dare you ? Oh but I had forgotten...Lucius looked towards his other members.

"Tell your mother..and your father I said welcome to Magnus, Obliviate !! A green spark of light hit the boys face and caused him to fall asleep. Lucius began to walk back into the school, hoping he wouldn't be detected. He smiled the whole way muttering the same word over, and over."Forget..Forget..Forget.."


As far as Cassius was concerned the morning was the best part of the day; he especially liked it when it was cold, there was nothing better than being inside on a cold day looking out the window at the blue glow that covered everything. Unfortunately this morning was destined to be a cluster of confusion and mess. Last night he had hastily left the grand hall and managed to wonder around long enough to find his way to the Vulpes common room and after waiting for longer than he'd care to admit someone who knew the password came along. To his surprise all of his belongings were already upstairs in the boys dorm-room waiting for him, and to his dismay they were bundled up near a bed right in the middle of the row of beds; he had been hoping for a bed in the corner.

Now it was the morning however and Cassius had awoken very early. It was common for him to wake up early when he was nervous, or in an unfamiliar place. He knew the bed would become familiar in time, but for the moment it was new and awkward. Never one to make a scene and dreading the response if he woke anyone else up Cassius climbed out of bed, slowly got changed and grabbed one of his books from the pile his parents had bought for him. Looking around to make sure he hadn't woken anyone Cassius crept to the stairs and descended. He sized up the room and found a big comfortable looking chair in the corner where he opened the big book to a random page with a big picture of a porlock. He stared at the magical horse-beast for a while with his eyes glazed over as his mind began to wonder.

It had only been one night but Cassius already felt like he could make at least one friend at Magnus, he'd just have to be let himself settle in and find the courage. There was that one girl who spoke to him yesterday, but their conversation was cut short by the crowds of people flooding out of the hall. Maybe he could try finding her to talk to, she seemed nice, and she was in Vulpes house after all.

"What was it we talked about yesterday?" Cassius accidentally said under his breath. If he could remember what he had talked to that girl about he might be able to spark up a conversation with someone else. 'She came up to me at the table and made a joke about something.' He tried to recreate the chaos of the hall in his head but couldn't picture it, he should ask Odin.

"Odin!" He exclaimed louder than he would have liked, dropping the book of creatures on the floor as he stood up. He began patting his hands against his pockets to see if he had foolishly left the toad in his pockets. "Crap, lost again."

#, as written by Jynxii
Rae Ki Bae

Rae made her way to the dorm room and found the bunk in the corner. With quick ease she moved the belongings of the other students to the beds that would have been hers and Sams. If they other students wouldn't know, it wouldn't hurt them right? Once she had settled their stuff in their bunks, Rae made her way back out into the hall to wait for Sam. After all, Sam might not have heard the new password- it's happened before. As Rae stood there she noticed a second year Vulpes in near tears. "Hey.. Hey, what's wrong? Are you alright?" The young girl explained that she was lost. The red in her cheeks turned Rae's stomach over. She had felt that way before, in her second year. You're too proud to follow the first years, but too unfamiliar to find your way back to the dorm alone.

Rae smiled warmly at the younger girl and took her hand, leading her to the Vulpes painting. "Do you remember your password?" The younger girl nodded and wiped at her cheeks. "Thank you.." Rae smiled and told her she was welcome. As she was walking back toward her own dorm her pocket suddenly came to life and out jumped Ra. "What are you doing," she laughed, watching the curious creature prowl around the unfamiliar hallway. With a sudden exuberance the feline pounced at a display cabinet. "Ra! Ra, get back here! You're going to knock something over!"

Afraid that her pet would ruin one of the displays, Rae rushed over and knelt by the tiny opening under the cabinet. "Ra, get back he- AHH!!" What came to her was certainly not her feline. A toad [Odin] had sprung at her, jumping into the folds of her robes and balling itself up. In a flash Ra was out of the cabinet, eyes wide with excitement. "Ohhh no. No you don't, little trouble maker!" Rae stood, cupping the toad in her hands. "No, Sir. Hey little guy, are you alright?" She peeked open her hands to look at the toad. He seemed unharmed, thank goodness. No doubt he was someone's pet. The house elves didn't let in just any amphibian.

Rae carried the toad back to her dorm with Ra following behind in a now grumpy demeanor. She showed the toad to Sam that night, but neither of them knew who it could belong to. None of the girls claimed to own it in her dorm, and none of the males passing through the common room claimed it either. Figuring he must belong to another house, Rae put him in a box for safe keeping and put Ra in his cage- for extra safe keeping of the toad who she had named Lemongrass.

She woke up early that morning, as she did every morning. Maybe it was programmed in her blood, or maybe she was simply a morning person. Either way, she was dressed and ready for the day early as always. Knowing how Sam likes to sleep, she didn't bother to wake her up. Instead she grabbed her box with Lemongrass[Odin] inside it and released Ra from his cage. He looked extremely annoyed with her, but he would get over it at breakfast. Speaking of which, that's where she was headed. Rae made her way down to the great hall for some morning eggs and sausage. Since barely anyone was there that early she didn't see the harm in letting Lemongrass[Odin] sit on the table, in the box of course. Ra curled up in her lap after accepting a piece of apology bacon. Bacon was better than toad anyway. Rae ate quietly, wondering who the toad might belong to. She found it between the Vuples and the Cervus dorms, but none of the Cervus she had talked to had claimed it. What a terrible way to start the year, she thought to herself, loosing your pet.. I think I'd freak out if I ever lost you, Ra..


Veronica's would-be conversation with this new person, who has a british accent that makes her think of the famed school for Wizardry in England, Hogwarts, is cut short by Aberforth's speeches and general grandeur. Afterwards, it isn't long before all of the houses are shuffled along by their prefects. Needless to say, this was not an honor granted upon Ronnie, for the professors hardly want someone known for sneaking about to have the passwords to all of the dorms, and knowledge of special passageways. Of course, the girl already knows quite a few passageways that she's stumbled upon without aid- an advantageous side effect of frequent wanderings.

The night would have ended on a relatively pleasant note, if it weren't fore one of those nasty pureblood supremacists spitting on the ground by her feet, making it very clear what he thinks of her. She knows who he is, of course- Lucius, perhaps the most foul member of the upperclassmen, and certainly the worst sixth year, as far as she is concerned. The only thing Ronnie dreads is the knowledge that she'll have to see his face in classes everyday. She can only hope that they are placed on the opposite sides of the classroom this year, because otherwise, she can't be held accountable for her actions. Even as it stands, she's concocting some sort of trick to play on the despicable boy. "Scumbag," she mutters under her breath, thinking about it just before she goes to sleep that night. Hopefully he'll contract a terrible stomach virus- this is something which she can arrange, in fact. Thus, it is with revenge in mind that she sleeps.

Veronica wakes up in the morning, but hardly does it as early as some of her other housemates. While some others have already dressed and such, she yawns loudly and rolls out of bed, dressed in shorts and a tank top. If the girl were allowed, she'd wear her pajamas to breakfast. Unfortunately, she instead has to get dressed, and along the way brushes her teeth, brushes her hair, and pulls on a pair of shoes. As the tasks pass by, she becomes a bit more alert, the excitement of the first day of classes building, after months of having to abstain from magic entirely. The young woman finishes getting ready and darts down the stairs, hungry for breakfast. She finds another person in the commonroom, and begins to think that she might have woken up earlier than expected. It's the boy from last night.

"Ah- Boy with the toad! Morning," she greets him warmly enough, though her eyes still hold traces of sleepiness in them, as does a half-sheepish smile.


The sorting feast had been rather uneventful for Ivan, partially because he was uninterested in the sorting, and partially because he was not taking part in the pranks that the seventh years apparently had in mind for the new first years. He is manipulative, that much is true, but Ivan isn't actually the sort to find delight in pranking- he'd rather laugh from a distance, but keep his hands clean, so to speak. Everything is weighed practically in the calculating young man's mind, and he doesn't feel it most beneficial to take part in the pranks, when he can observe them without being punished for doing so. He listens to Katarina, one of the seventh years, talk about mudbloods and such, and looks away, able to hide it by feigning preoccupation with grabbing another apple to eat. He may be purely-magical in blood, but he does have a younger sibling now who is a half-blood in the most basic sense of the word. While he doesn't like his new stepfather, growing up around muggles for the latter part of his pre-Magnus childhood does mean that he's not likely to be nearly as harsh on them as some of the other Arietem students are.

Had he remained in Germany, there is no doubt that he would have been, however- and a member of Durmstrang, to boot, where they have always been far more accepting of the dark arts and other such things that follow the pattern. His paternal grandparents aren't exactly known, at least not in their home village, for being inviting towards muggles. They had even resisted against their son marrying a girl who was half-Veela, though they were eventually won over. In that respect, perhaps Ivan doesn't really count as a pureblood- he is a quarter Veela, after all. It isn't something that he spends a good deal of time dwelling on. Anyway, he went to bed after the unexciting night.

Forever punctual, Ivan wakes up relatively early that morning, showering and dressing fairly quickly before making his way down to the great hall for breakfast. There are only a few handfuls of students there at the moment, mostly clustered together but for the occasional stray student eating here or there. A few first years are speaking to each other very quickly, eyes wide. The sight makes Ivan chuckle, if just a little bit. He then sits down to eat his own breakfast, thinking of what class he has first today- Defense Against the Dark Arts. It isn't typically the strong suit of the Arietem house in general, not based on the description, but he does passingly well in the class, at the very least.



Cassius hit his head on the underside of a desk as he stood up. 'I've checked here, I know I have.' It felt like he had searched every corner of the Vulpes common room two or three times to no avail. A state of panic had washed over Cassius that seemed to make him unaware of time, until he climbed out from under the table and saw a group of girls coming down the staircase from their dorm. 'Oh god, what time is it?'

Cassius wandered over to the chair as the girls walked past, one of them gave him a particularly dirty look. He assumed she had seen him crawling out from underneath a table and accepted the look as one of confusion, not of some prejudice. Cassius picked up his big book of creatures from the floor, held it close to his chest and sighed. 'I should ask someone. There aren't too many toads about, someone must have seen him.'

Just as he thought about needing help there were footsteps, breathing and a voice, a girl's voice, a familiar girl's voice. Cassius turned to see the blonde girl he was thinking about when he realized he had lost Odin, the same one from the grand hall. 'Boy with the toad' she called him, how ironic. "Oh," he paused and smiled, relieved it was her not one of the others.

"Have you seen Odin?" he asked, his words coming out almost too quickly. "The toad... Odin is the toad's name," he blushed, realizing she had no idea who Odin was and he was bordering on seeming crazy.


Ronnie notices that a few things in the room seemed to be pushed a bit out of place, and raises an eyebrow quizzically. It isn't a curiosity of cause, but of motivation- she tends to think more in terms of people than in objects or events- typically, anyway. Obviously when she's scheming, which she'll likely begin doing before the end of week is over because she can only remain on 'her best behavior' for so long, this might alter, but in everyday situations, it is the case. She slides her gaze back towards new kid, and of course thinks that this might of been him, given that he is standing near a slightly moved chair, and because he is the person her attention is focused on- and thus the first person her mind goes to as an explanation. She returns his smile, a strangely relieved one, with an upturning of her own lips. Her smile is slightly lopsided, favoring the right side more, and thus seems to express perpetual amusement of a sort. "I guess I'll take that as a good morning in return, then," she says, shrugging her shoulders. The boy then asks if she's seen Odin. Odin? Ah- must be his frog, then? Is that why the common rooms a bit shaken looking? Or why he's a bit shaken looking, that is to say?

"The toad. Odin is the toad's name," he clarifies quickly, looking more anxious by the moment. His words are rushed and he is blushing scarlet, very quickly telling Ronnie that he is not the most socially exceptional of individuals. That's fine, of course- Vulpes is known for intelligence, not charisma. In fact, there are a good deal of 'read books not people' sorts around this dorm, so she doubts that frog boy will be finding himself alone in this deficit.

"Oh, good. I was worried that you were the sort to speak in the third person- and were an amnesiac," she adds the last part for the sake of closing little holes in her jest, before her smile widens, becoming a borderline grin at this point, really.

"But I haven't. If he's not here, perhaps you left him in the Great Hall? Or you could go down there to see if he wandered the halls at night?" she recommends, hopefully helpfully. She, at this point, has decided not to bother asking for frog boys name-she'll figure it out eventually if it is necessary to do so, probably. "If you decide to come down, look for me- I'll be eating," she adds, giving a little wave before leaving the dorm, and frog boy, behind.

When she reaches the Great Hall, Ronnie makes a beeline for Rae, who is eating, and at the moment notices the frog sitting on the table beside the girl. "Hey, Rae- where'd you find that frog? I know someone who is looking for one," she comments before grabbing a pear and taking a bite into it. Class is starting soon, so it occurs to her that she should start heading to her first lesson. Thus, the girl remains standing while she chews.

Swallowing, she continues, "New kid- don't know his name. He should be in our first period, though, so you can see if it is his then."

#, as written by Jynxii

Rae Ki Bae

Rae had just finished giving Ra the last bit of bacon from her plate when Ronnie walked up. Rae was instantly glad to see her- she had missed her last night and hadn't had a chance to talk to her big-sister figure. "Ronnie! Hey!" Rae stepped out from the table to stand, slipping Ra into her robes and picking up Lemongrass' box. "Hey, Rae- where'd you find that frog? I know someone who is looking for one," Ronnie said calmly as she took a bite out of a pear. "Oh, who is it? I found it last night, I've been looking for the owner." "New kid- don't know his name. He should be in our first period, though, so you can see if it is his then." First period.... what time was it? Rae glanced to her watch and gave a little squeak. "We're going to be late!"

Not one for being late, Rae closed the box on her guest pet and offered Ronnie a smile. "See you in class!" With that, she rushed off to the classroom. She couldn't start the year off like this- being late to her first class. She had to work hard at her grades as it was. She wasn't lucky like Ronnie was. Ronnie was just naturally gifted at being brilliant- it was what drew Rae to her when she first met the beautiful blonde.

Rae made it into class with a couple minutes to spare. She figured Sam would be sitting with Anna and her evil sidekick Sebastian, so Rae took a seat further to the back. Admittedly she was a little embarrassed that she never knew any of the questions the professor asked. She would have her quill write them all down so that she could make note to answer them later or come back to them. In the empty seat next to her, she sat the box containing Lemongrass. He had behaved pretty well at the breakfast table, so she opened the lid so he could look out. She muttered a binding spell under her breath, putting a breathable, see-through shield over the lid of the box- just in case he got any squirrelie ideas about jumping out and taking a tour of this part of the castle.

As the students poured in, Rae tried to take notice of everyone. Did any of them look new? Had she not noticed one before? Surely it wasn't a first year. Ronnie would have called him a first year. A pale looking boy with stunning blue eyes walked in, looking lost and perhaps even a little flustered. She had never seen him before. She bit her lower lip and tried to remember if she had actually never seen him before, or if she had just never noticed him. From the box, the toad had started to croak and hop around- almost as though he were excited about something. Rae looked to the box with an arched brow, and then back to the dark haired boy who looked like he didn't know where he could sit. "There's a free seat by me," she called with what she hoped sounded like a friendly voice. "You, ah... you aren't missing a toad by any chance, are you?" She'd go out on a limb. The worst he could say was no, and she'd just look like a weird pet-rescuer. She'd been called worse.


Cassius relaxed his shoulders and smiled as the blonde girl grinned at her own joke, he remembered that she had done the same thing the night before with a terrible toad pun; not that the quality of the joke mattered in calming Cassius' nerves. He could feel his skin regaining it's colour slowly. She mentioned that maybe Odin was in the great hall or in one of the hallways, waved and left. 'Of course, he must be in the great hall, I was talking to him at dinner.' Cassius sighed with relief and shouted a thank you after the blonde girl, who he only just realized he didn't know the name of. He would do his best to ask in class. Maybe.

Cassius was slightly bewildered by the morning events but hopeful that what the blonde girl said was true and Odin was safe somewhere. Maybe another student had found him. Oh god, maybe another student had found him. Cassius winced, clutching the big book into his chest tighter. "I should get ready for class," he said aloud realizing the time and made for the stairs to the boys dorm.

Cassius dropped the big book onto his bed and began searching for his empty workbook. It was a struggle finding anything in his bags, he had packed them himself and brought along practically everything he could fit. There were dozens of notepads filled with writing, he compulsively took notes in classes. The embarrassment of being asked a question and not knowing the answer was enough motivation to pay attention closely, the real enjoyment he got from studying was a happy side effect. On finding a book with some blank pages Cassius grabbed it and started walking to his first class at Magnus. "I was looking forward to breakfast," he growled under his breath.

Hopefully the day wouldn't be too hard on an empty stomach, the first day is always stressful, especially the first day at a new school. 'Sit next to the blonde girl' he told himself, he probably wouldn't feel too awkward sitting next to her. But maybe it was weird to keep 'bumping into her,' maybe he should branch out and meet new people, he didn't want to seem creepy.

Cassius hurried down the corridor, trying his best to remember where he was supposed to be. A group of students packed around him as the corridor he was following intersected another. They were all busy laughing and talking none of them seemed to notice the bewildered boy who had become entangled in their group. Not wanting to seem like a tag-along Cassius slowed his pace. 'They look about my age, maybe they are going to the same class as me,' he thought, hoping his luck was better than his memory.

Shortly after Cassius had began following the group they reached their destination and flocked into a classroom. A large grin grew on his face as he realized this was indeed where he needed to be, but it quickly vanished as the nerves of walking into the classroom kicked him in the gut.

As he walked into the classroom he stared around, unsure of what to do. 'Just take a seat at the back,' he told himself. Almost feeling overcome by his nerves Cassius was frozen in place, until he heard a friendly voice motion him over. "There's a free seat by me." Turning to look, Cassius briefly forgot where he was, grinned and walked quickly to the table. "Odin!" he chirped, his voice jumping up a pitch or two. The girl had said something else but Cassius hadn't quite noticed what it was, he beamed his smile at her and said "Where did you find him? Thank you!"

The relief at seeing Odin safe and well brushed away any nerves he had felt and he was comfortable being forward and sitting next to the happy looking girl, but it quickly became apparent to him how he had reacted and he could feel his cheeks warming up again. "I'm sorry, I am just happy to see he's OK," he said, his voice quietening.


Anneliese made her way up to the dorm tower and found her room. Her cumbersome bags were dropped clumsily on the bed. With a sigh, she stared at the luggage, dreaded the task of unpacking. But, it must be done. She spent a good two hours unpacking and organizing all her clothes and belongings. She ended with setting a photographed picture of six year old her with her parents on her nightstand. She stared at it for a moment, reminiscing. Those were much simpler times.

Anne spent another half hour reading a book, as she wasn't yet sleepy. It might have been the excitement of coming back to the academy. Finally, when her eyes started to droop, she turned off the lights and got into bed. "Goodnight Cally," she whispered as she stroked his head. Then she fell asleep. It was good to be back.

The annoying blare of her alarm clock woke Anneliese from her deep slumber. She squirmed under the covers, and sighed. Slowly, she reached a hand out and tapped her nightstand until she hit the snooze button on the clock, which took a few tries. Satisfied by the silence, she tried to fall back asleep. But someone wouldn't have it. Callidus landed on her bed frame and started squeaking really loud. Anne groaned and reached out to shut him up. After some more incessant noise from the pale bird, she gave up. Sitting up in bed, she unsuccessfully tried rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She checked the time and ran a hand through her bedraggled hair.

Anneliese eyed the floor as she slid out of bed and tentatively set her feet down. The floor was very cold, and the morning air chilled the room. As quickly as she could, she darted into the bathroom, and quickly turned on the water. Then she did her daily routine; she brushed her teeth and took a scalding hot shower. They say hot water isn't good for your skin, but Anne preferred her showers really hot. By the time she got out, fog covered the windows and most curled around the room. She got dressed and ran a comb through her hair before leaving her chambers.

Anne was hurrying down the stairs, headed towards the common room. Cally trailed behind her, gliding down gently. When she got their, Ivan was the only one in there eating breakfast. "Morning Ivan," she greeted with a smile. She grabbed a granola bar and an apple to eat. It wasn't much, but then again, she wasn't that hungry. Unwrapping the bar, she took a bite, and headed towards her first class. She would've stayed to chat a little longer, but she didn't want to be late to her first class of the year.

Anne reached the classroom and walked in. Her sapphire eyes scanned the room to see who was already there. Near the back, she saw some people she was familiar with, and one she had never seen before. He was a pale boy with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes. He certainly didn't look like a first year to her. All the same, he seemed nice, and what better way to start off the new school year with a new friend? Callidus flew into the room and perched on her shoulder, ruffling his feathers as if already bored with the class. She walked up to the empty seat in front of the new boy, and pointed at it. "Mind if I sit here?" she inquired with a soft smile.

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Kat wasn't surprised at all to see all the little fifth and sixth years rushing into the door when she got onto hall that would lead to her classroom. As she came in, she noticed a couple girls waving over and gushing over the new boy. Her dark hues scanned him over once, then glanced to the girl in her own house who's bird came flying in from God-knows-where to perch on the girl's shoulder. "If that bird shits on that half-blood just once, it will have made coming to class worth it," she commented to one of the twins who had just come up beside her. The two smirked and took their places in the middle of the room. Kat enjoyed watching the teacher up close. Some of her professors were actually pretty attractive- for those, she liked to sit close to the front of the room.

Kat coolly crossed her legs and relaxed in her chair, ignoring Rae and the new boy who was attracting a bunch of attention. She tried her best to ignore the conversation about a toad- as it was boring and uninteresting. Instead, she turned her attention to one of the twins. "You owe me a new sweater, by the way," she said calmly, "You vomited on mine last night." She grinned, and the twins laughed- but promised to buy her a new one. This was nice. If she could get over the fact that she was back in this hellhole another year, she might actually be able to enjoy herself.

A first year made the mistake of trying to sit in front of her. "Excuse you, mudblood, I don't need your head blocking my view of the board," Kat snapped. The twins snickered at her sides as the first year blushed and picked up her things- moving them a few seats down. As if on cue, her new little pet- a blonde first year girl- came into the classroom. "Nessie," Kat called. It might have sounded like a call from a loving big sister, had it come from anyone else. Coming from Kat, it sounded more like a sadistic purr, as though she were pulling strings to make the girl move. "Sit here, love," she chirped, tapping the seat in front of her with her foot. "So we can look out for you." The blonde, Vanessa (aka-Nessie), shyly walked over and placed her books down on the table in front of Kat. She had been one of the few who were forced to run naked back to the dorm last night. "Sleep well?"

The professor walked in, and Kat grinned broadly. "We'll chat later, little dove," Kat whispered as she sat back in her chair, watching the professor set up their things on the desk at the front of the room. Glancing around the room, Kat took note of those present- only really looking for people that were purebloods or in her house. After her second glance through the front of the room, she noticed Harvey wasn't among the students. What a lightweight. Is he really that hung over? She glanced to the front of the room, noticing a blonde girl who had perched herself in the very front row. Another half-blood. By the Gods. They'll let anyone into this school now-a-days... Annoyed with the lack of witchblood in the room, Kat opened her book and commenced doodling across the margins. If she was lucky- the class would be over quickly.


Breakfast passes easily for Ivan, as he had arrived early enough to eat at a rather leisurely pace, luckily enough. The young man scans the hall, and watches as familiar places enter and exit, some eating breakfast and others only popping in for a moment to say hello to someone before leaving, so that they may get an early start on getting to class. Ivan considers doing the same, and is disposing of his breakfast dishes when Annelise, a fellow Arietem student, stops by the table and bids him a good morning.

"Morning to you, as well," he responds, tossing out the last of his dish while she grabs an apple and leaves, apparently not wanting to remain behind for small talk. He can hardly blame her- chatting has never been his favorite activity, really. It's, as a general rule, very vapid, after all, and accomplishes little. That is important, of course, because when it comes to Ivan, everything is weighed based upon how much it benefits him. Small talk only invests in a very meager amount of relationship capital, and the effort is very rarely worth it, with the exception of speaking to people such as teachers or other authorities of sort.

Finally, Ivan leaves the dining hall, finding himself a few steps behind a cluster of younger students, whom he believes are Ferres. It soon becomes clear that they are heading to the same class, though he doesn't think too much of it, really- why should he? When he enters the classroom, Ivan sees a few recognizable faces. Annelise has arrived already, of course, and is sitting near an unfamiliar boy. Katarina, a seventh year and someone of some notoriety, is sitting towards the front of the class, along with the twins who act like puppies and never leave her side, and a blond first year who looks a bit anxious- with good reason, if she's been chosen as Katarina's latest toy. Ultimately, Ivan opts to sit towards the middle, where he can engage either of the mentioned Arietems, or neither, depending on his mood.

"Good morning," he greets Katarina and her minions politely before taking a seat and scanning the board at the front of the room for a hint at what they might be doing in this class today. One fortunate thing about classes here is that they tend to jump right into things, unlike muggle schools, that drag about for the first week. Or so he's come to think, based upon his younger sibling- Ivan never attended one himself, as it would be strange for it to be present in a magical village, of course.


Ronnie doesn't mother to hide her laughter when Rae squeaks about them nearly being late- she can afford this laugh only because she doesn't care much about tardiness and the like. If the young woman is typically punctual, it is because she enjoys most of her classes very much, all of them being so outside the realm of what she had been put through until attending this school for witchcraft and wizardry. Ronnie watches as Rae scurries off, casually taking another bite of her pear before walking in that direction at a far less urgent pace. She tosses out the pear as she walks, into a waste bin at the end of the hall, and continues on with a smile on her face. Seeing someone a bit behind her, she murmurs something and winks, making the person a bit confused- just before one of the suits of armor, donated by one of the European schools, sticks its leg out and trips them. Ronnie grins at her own little trick, harmless enough, and continues down the hallway quite cheerily.

When Ronnie enters the classroom, she experiences mixed emotions. Gladness, as it seems that Rae has located toad boy and returned his frog, but also disdain, as she sees Katarina and her clones, all pureblood supremacists and all nasty business, sitting at the front of the classroom. It will be a very foul year indeed if she is part of the same schedule as Ronnie, that much the blonde Vulpes student is very certain of. Of course, Ronnie has a couple of spells with Katarina's name on them- but she'll save those for after class.

"Wicked Witch of the West's in our class this year, I see," Ronnie comments as she takes the seat behind Rae, from which she likely intends to whisper little commentaries throughout the class. Of course, this first observation is not said particularly quietly- Ronnie only ever does things quietly out of politeness, and she feels no obligation to act thusly at the moment.

"Good morning," she adds brightly, directing this at Annelise, as she's already greeted everyone else. Of course, she's not entirely sure who this girl is, really, but says it all the same. Then she adds back to Rae, "This year would've been a lot lovelier without having supremacists in our class."



The Professor was walking down the steps, eating the last chocolate frog from his collection. He began to wonder about his new class. One in which, was different every year. He had taught some of the best in America. With even his own children becoming fantastic wizards and witches throughout the wizarding world.

As he made his way to the classroom most of the students he had encountered on his long walk were greeted with care. He smiled and glared at them, with some obviously showing off or trying to hard to impress the professor. As soon as he had walked in he used his wand and started laughing."Seats ? Quills ? Paper ?...oh students..have you already forgotten who I am ?" He dropped both of his books on a desk and started to write on the green board with charcoal.

As he was writing he began to sound out the words."Defense..Against..The..Dark...Arts." He dropped the charcoal and moved his desk against the wall. Argus hated having to reintroduce himself to the classes every year, but he couldn't reform himself from announcing his own name.

"I am Professor Argus the Fourth and I..will be your teacher, friend, and hopefully your best chance of becoming an auror." He tugged onto his shirt with his right hand and pulled out his wand. He waved it over the blinds, watching as they all closed, darkening the room with an overshadowing shade of black. He looked at the students, now changing his facial expression to that of a living statue.

"Move the desks against both of the walls.."


Lucius woke up, sliding out of his bed. He began to put on his school clothes and looked into the mirror, smirking at his fuzzed hair. He fixed it in a few places, even though his hair always seemed to be in the same shape he could always curve it. Always. Lucius grabbed a few books for his first class of the day and began to walk towards the classroom.

He bumped into his buddies from the pureblood group. Mills and Keenan they were. Both were a year ahead of him, something Lucius did enjoy knowing. Lucius looked over at them as all three of them entered the classroom, seeing all the other students until Lucius could spot the one girl he despised more than anything. Lucius whispered to Keenan and Mills.

"Just a warning..the mudblood could make you smell like rotten shit." They all laughed and sat together in the front row..looking back as the girl were all marooning over the new boy. Lucius chuckled at all of the girls and sighed towards the boy."Hey out for the girls..they sure do know how to steal your little frog these days." He rolled his eyes and began to move his desk over to the wall following the other students moves.

Lucius already hated Mr Argus within seconds. Doing something productive was just something Lucius hated. Probably because of his lazy tactics he almost always had someone work or do something for him. Something Lucius might as well be known for these days in Magnus.


Cassius shyly smiled at the girl next to him, trying to stifle his joy at having his toad returned to him. He flicked his attention quickly from Odin's saviour to Odin himself with large thankful eyes. It was simple to distract him, however and the flapping of wings and a soft voice pulled Cassius' attention forward, "Mind if I sit here?" the voice said.

The girl, who had large, blue eyes, was smiling and looked very friendly but nonetheless Cassius began to panic, 'Why is she asking me? I'm not in charge.' Embarrassed and returning to his usual shade of scarlet, Cassius exhaled into a pained looking smile. "Sure," he managed to get out, recoiling slightly and looking the new girl in the eyes before flicking back to Odin and keeping his head down.

Cassius focused on calming his nerves as he looked at the toad, he hadn't expected more than one person to approach him in class. 'Maybe it will be good for me,' he thought in between short breaths. It may be good for him but it felt a lot like anxiety.

Soon after, a third voice came from behind him, but this one Cassius knew. The blonde Vulpes girl was there, obviously just returning from breakfast. She glanced at him and Odin before taking her attention to the other two girls, not that Cassius minded, he was happy recovering from being surrounded by people. He heard the blonde girl mention supremacists but ignored it, worried it would only lead to more trouble.

"It's good to have you back, buddy," he whispered to Odin, who stretched his legs in response and croaked.

The three girls who were talking around him were all very different looking, but emphasized one of his beliefs about America and how it differed from back home. Everyone was beautiful no matter what. Taking quick glances at each of the girls before focusing back on Odin, Cassius felt like an extra in a film and it only made him more nervous.

It wasn't long before the classroom had filled up and the teacher marched in and flicked his wand. Cassius watched wide-eyed like a child in awe as the room went dark, even letting out an audible "wow."

A blonde boy from the front of the class turned and sighed at the girls, making a comment, Cassius assumed it was a joke. He let out a friendly yet embarrassed I don't know if I should joke about them yet laugh and began to help move the desks, making sure the box with Odin in didn't fall.

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Rae looked up as the boy rushed over and scooped up the toad from the box. "Odin!" the boy chirped. Now that he was closer she could see he was Cassius- the new student from across the seas. She had heard about him from the Herbology professor. 'He'll need a friend, coming all this way. And muggle-born, too!' Rae could still hear her favorite teacher's voice in her ear. So, this was the new muggle born student. She was fascinated by him already, as she was with every muggle and muggle-born, something she inherited from her mother no doubt. "Where did you find him?" The broad smile on his face made her heart melt. Helping people is what she lives for, and the look on Cassius' face was like a child on Christmas morning. "Between the Vuples and Cervus dorms... Actually, Ra found him.. My cat." "Thank you!" Rae giggled a little and shrugged her shoulders. "You're welcome."

There was a gentle silence between them for a moment, and then his ears started to turn an interesting shade of red. Rae frowned, tilting her head to the side. "Are you okay?" "I'm sorry, I am just happy to see he's OK," Cassius replied, his voice significantly softer than it was before. "That's alright," Rae was quick to say, "I would have panicked if I lost Ra. He's my best friend." Not it was her turn to blush, but she managed to smile through it. "That's terribly lame, isn't it?" Cassius didn't get a chance to respond- because a dark headed girl from Arietem; Anne, if Rae remembered correctly, came over and asked if she could sit beside Cassius. Rae tilted her head to the side, confused as to why an Arietem would want to sit with a muggle-born and a member of the Cervus house. To her memory, Anne had never tried to talk to her or sit with her before.. in fact, her house had a bad reputation for being particularly cruel to Rae's house.

True to character, Rae smiled anyway and pushed the prejudice aside. "If you want to," she said warmly. "Sure," chimed in a very timid-sounding Cassius. Rae glanced over to him and offered him a smile, hoping that it would reassure him that he had nothing to be nervous about.
"Wicked Witch of the West's in our class this year, I see,"
Rae turned around, noticing that Ronnie had come to join them- sitting just one row back. Rae grinned at her, "Oh, be nice. She's not that bad." A sentence like that might have meant a lot more, coming from anyone else. Coming from Rae, it didn't mean much at all, since Rae might have said the same thing about Voldemort himself had she ever met him. She had a terrible habit of seeing the good in everyone, despite the number of things they've done wrong."This year would've been a lot lovelier without having supremacists in our class," Ronnie went on to say.

"It's good to have you back, buddy," Rae overheard Cassius whisper to Odin. She blushed a little and decided against commenting. At least she wasn't the only one who had that kind of a relationship with her companion. Just then, the professor came in. "Seats? Quills? Paper?...oh students..have you already forgotten who I am?" The professor slammed his books down on his desk, causing Rae to jump just slightly in her chair. In truth, the students were all a little confused this morning- the class schedule had been changed last minute due to a staff problem, so no one really knew what they'd be doing today. Rae twisted around in her seat to whisper to Ronnie, "Am I the only one who thinks having us all in the same class is a little strange?"

"Defense..Against..The..Dark...Arts." He spoke as he wrote the words, then dropped the chalk and began moving his desk against the wall. Why he was moving it by hand confused Rae to no end. Why not just charm the desk to move itself against the wall, like any of the other professors would have done? "I am Professor Argus the Fourth and I..will be your teacher, friend, and hopefully your best chance of becoming an auror." Rae glanced over to Cassius who was looking rather nervous. "He's not as bad as he seems," she whispered to him, before turning her attention back to the teacher. The professor pulled out his wand and closed the blinds. The room was engulfed in shadow and Rae frowned a little. How were they going to be able to see? "Move the desks against both of the walls.."

"Wow" Rae glanced over to him, noticing that he looked like he had just witnessed magic for the first time. "It's just a simple charm," Rae explained in a gentle whisper. "I can teach it to you later, if you want." She then looked to the professor who looked like he had frozen solid- his face a stern mask. Rae glanced at Cassius and shrugged, putting her things away and picking up her desk and carrying it beside Cassius over to the wall.
"Hey out for the girls..they sure do know how to steal your little frog these days." Rae nearly dropped the desk, but regained her composure quickly. She wanted to protest- that she had certainly not stolen the frog, but she knew better.

It would only cause problems if she bit into the bait and went along with his game, so instead she ignored him. Cassius' laugh sounded a little strangled and as she sat the desk down she looked up to him. "Don't mind him. He jokes like that with everyone. He isn't really that nice of a person sometimes, too, but... He's really smart." She lowered her voice and gestured for Cassius to follow as they joined the other students who had started to form a semi-circle around the teacher. "Don't let him know you're muggle-born, okay? Just... don't. He'll only want to... joke with you more." Rae turned her attention back toward the professor as she stood by Cassius.


"Rae, you'd tell me that Hitler and Voldemort had some good in them, if asked," Ronnie responds, but she smiles affectionately at Rae, whom she views as a younger sister of sorts- one she never had, being an only child.

As soon as Lucius and his brood entered the room, Veronica's eyes narrowed slightly. If she were a cat, the girl's hair would probably be standing on edge and she would have hissed, no doubt about that. The pureblood supremacists of this school are all rotten scum to her, but none so personify this hateful bigotry so much as Lucius Todd. She had heard of a death eater in the war against Voldemort named Lucius- it wouldn't surprise her if he was the foul Arietem boy's namesake. It would suit him well enough. She has no doubt that the boy would kill every muggleborn, or worse, if he had the choice- and the scheming look in his eye hints that he's trying to gain enough power to hold say over that. Looking at him doesn't give her chills- it just makes her feel like something slimy and stinky just slunk by. And as far as she's concerned, it did. Overhearing his comment about her scent, her blood boils. Unlike Rae, she isn't as kind towards those that insult her.

"They would know, wouldn't they Todd- having their noses so far up your boney ass," Ronnie retorts, giving him a dirty look just before the instructor enters and quickly makes it clear how this class will be going for the rest of the year. The fact that toad boy had laughed, even awkwardly, at their pitiful remark irritates her slightly, but she dismisses it on the fact that he's new here. Still, there must have been these sorts at Hogwarts as well, right? She overhears Rae's whisper and twists to face her, "Definitely not. Are we short on staff? Budget cuts?" Before the conversation can be continued, the teacher instructs them to push the desks against the wall. She likes him already.

Ronnie moves her desk to the edge of the wall along with everybody else and then returns to be standing by Rae. Hearing her reassurances to Cassius, the blonde girl frowns. "Sugarcoating it a bit, aren't you, Rae?" she whispers so that only her friend beside her can hear. "Let's just hope that the year goes without necessitating a few. . .revenges," Ronnie adds, but a grin makes it clear that she is hoping quite the opposite. It simply isn't a year here, not really, without messing with a few of Lucius and Katarina's brood.

Now focused more on the instructor, Veronica pulls out her wand -12" mahogany with a dragonstring core. She loves it dearly, and has since it first chose her, for that is how things go after all, at the American equivalent of Olivander's. It's flexible, loyal, and can work very well for transfiguration. By her second year, Veronica had named her wand: Gordon. The name may or may not have derived from Babs Gordon, and by some extension Police Commissioner Gordon, but she doesn't openly advertise the fact hat she named the wand.


"Don't let him know you're muggle-born, okay?" the girl beside him had said. He hated the word muggle, it just caused trouble. It was in part to the use of muggle and mudblood that Cassius was so withdrawn in the wizarding world, just hearing it made him feel uncomfortable. Why wizards cared so much about blood always confused him, he could work as hard as he liked but still wouldn't be good enough. He knew as much about magic as anyone (except the practicalities that often escaped him) but it didn't matter to them.

'Wait...' Cassius thought, 'How did she know my parents aren't magical? Has everyone already started talking about me? The young wizard started fidgeting with his hands by his stomach and shot his eyes to his feet, baring his teeth anxiously. He flicked his eyes between the standing students to see if any were talking about him or laughing, fortunately they were not. The two next to him were whispering about something, but the blonde girl was grinning and occasionally glanced at one of the other boys, so Cassius ruled himself out of that one.

In his first few years at Hogwarts, Cassius had considered not telling anyone about his parents, 'Tell everyone they are wizards and no one will wonder anything,' he had thought, afterall, he was clever enough to appear to have a magical background at school. He had scrapped the idea almost immediately, however, because he felt like he was betraying them by pretending they were something they were not, he certainly wasn't ashamed of his parents and shouldn't lie. It seemed however, that at Magnus he had no choice in the matter, word had seemingly already gotten around.

'Maybe it isn't all bad though, the girls seem friendly.' They obviously didn't care about his blood, or were doing an excellent job at hiding it. Breathing in slightly Cassius summoned what courage he could get and whispered quietly to the girl who had returned Odin, "My name is Cassius by the way."

She had clearly heard about him before, as she knew about his parents, but Cassius had no idea if she knew his name. Not that it mattered; it was the act of introducing himself that sped his heart, dampened his palms and curled his lips into a small, proud smile.