Daily Life (V)

Harry was a little surprised. He had never imagined that Cassandra could be so literary.

"Where did you hear that?"

"In a book," Cassandra said. "A comic book."

"Is that book still on your shelf?" Harry asked curiously.

"I read it a long time ago. Later, I lent it to someone, and they never returned it." She tilted her head. "But I thought that line was quite good, so I remembered it."

Harry did not remove the arm around her shoulders. He merely let it slide down a little, wrapping it around her back and resting it on her other shoulder.

Of course, his hand did not wander. After all, this was Cassandra—there was not much difference between her front and back.

Not everyone was like Pabbie—

Cassandra leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat thumping steadily through his shirt, neither fast nor slow.

"Your heartbeat is pretty calm," she said.

"Because there's nothing to panic about right now." Harry chuckled. "Besides, it's not like I just met you."

"Is that so?" Cassandra smiled faintly. "Then do you think I was better back then, or am I better now?"

"Both are good." Of course Harry was not about to fall for such a deadly multiple-choice question.

"Hmph." Cassandra gave a satisfied little snort.

She stayed in his arms a while longer before straightening up and slipping out from beneath his arm.

"When did you learn to cook?" Harry asked.

"Pabbie taught me when she came over last time." She turned around.

"Pabbie is quite patient when she teaches people to cook." Harry chuckled.

"She's patient with everything except plants. Maybe it's because she spends too much time with Magical Creatures." Cassandra walked back to the window and sat in the chair opposite him. "She said you're the same type.