She thought about it absentmindedly.
Who knew that idiot would actually stand up?
What?
He was really going to the Gryffindor table? Was he crazy?
Cassandra grabbed his shoulder.
Hmph, with that scrawny little body of his, he wanted to go to Gryffindor? Wasn't he afraid Slytherin would teach him a lesson?
She thought disdainfully.
That guy had better behave, or else...
She looked up into his eyes, then froze.
Those emerald-green eyes were filled with pleading.
He was pleading with her? Cassandra felt a little annoyed.
She had known him for so long, yet he had never looked at her with such a pleading expression. And now, because of Harry Potter...
How infuriating!
Cassandra felt like she hated him to death.
He deserved to be punished.
He should go back and be punished so harshly by those people that he cried.
That would teach this foolish idiot a lesson! She angrily let go of his shoulder.
Then, she heard about that guy's background.
He came from an orphanage?
He even picked up rotten vegetable leaves to eat? Outrageous!
Cassandra angrily set down her knife and fork.
She didn't think she was angry because that idiot had suffered abuse.
She just hated it when Muggles treated wizards badly.
No matter how foolish that guy was, he was still a Slytherin wizard.
Even if he wasn't Pure-blood.
She heard that the other Slytherins were also somewhat displeased.
Everyone probably thought the same way, right?
That guy might be stupid, but no one could bully a Slytherin.
She thought angrily.
But when they returned to the dormitory, they faced a problem: discussing how to punish that idiot.
She was almost the first to raise her hand and say proudly, "I'm a first-year prefect. Leave the right to punish him to me, and