What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

A Dimensional Door appeared directly inside Black's room.

Then a little girl in a green dress hopped through.

"Black! Wake up! What are we training today?"

At that moment, Black was clutching the blanket over his chest, curled up at the edge of the bed as he stared at Cassandra.

"Say... isn't it a little inappropriate for you to suddenly appear like this?"

With her hands on her hips, Cassandra said:

"What's inappropriate about it? Didn't you suddenly show up in my room before too?"

"Get up already! The sun's practically shining on your backside!"

"Sister Nagini has had breakfast ready for ages! If you get up too late, it'll go cold."

As she spoke, Cassandra reached over to tug at Black's blanket.

"Don't, don't, don't! Don't pull it!" Black desperately held onto the blanket. "It was hot last night, so I took my clothes off to sleep! If you do this... it'll be hard for me..."

"Hard? Then don't do it! Besides, what's the big deal if someone sees a boy?"

As she spoke, Cassandra continued tugging at Black's blanket.

Black was starting to suspect this woman was doing it on purpose.

It had been fine when he hadn't said anything, but now that he had, she was pulling even harder.

"I'm getting up, really. Can you go out first...?"

"Why should I go out?" Cassandra's lips curled upward.

Damn it, this female hooligan! Black grumbled inwardly.

Whoosh!

Black suddenly vanished from the bed.

When Cassandra lowered the blanket in confusion and stared at the empty bed—

A sudden cough sounded behind her.

Cassandra turned around.

Black was already standing behind her, fully dressed.

"All right, let's go. Didn't you say breakfast was ready?"

"How did you..." Cassandra looked at the bed behind her, then at Black.

That clearly