What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"He's your father, so of course he worries about you."

Cassandra sighed. "I know... but... I was just out having fun..."

"Before I left, I told him about it... but he just wouldn't believe I went out on my own..."

"He keeps saying I went to find... find you..."

Cassandra secretly glanced at Black.

Black involuntarily touched his pale blond hair, feeling both sorrowful and indignant.

This clearly wasn't yellow hair! Why was everyone so guarded against him?!

"It's not like I'm not allowed to go out and have fun," Cassandra said miserably.

Now that she had just learned Dimensional Door, who could resist going everywhere to play?

"How about... taking your mother with you when you go out?"

"The two of you can go together."

"That way, your dad won't have anything to say."

"He can't exactly claim your mother came looking for me with you..."

Black offered Cassandra some advice.

"Huh? That's right! Mom is free every day anyway!" Cassandra immediately perked up.

"Since you want to go everywhere anyway, going with your mother would be safer too," Black said with a nod.

"If possible, I'd still suggest going out with both your father and mother. That'd be nice too."

"You can travel back and forth so easily now... Honestly, your dad's so upset only because he wants you to spend more time with her."

A faint smile appeared on Cassandra's face. "Thank you, Black. Then... I'll be going now."

"Alright." Black waved to Cassandra.

Then he turned his gaze back to the Howler that was still cursing over there.

"Hmm... Can a Howler record this much? Why hasn't it finished yet..."

Black muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he felt a soft, warm body press against him.

Then Black felt something soft touch his cheek.

Black turned his head