And his tastes seemed to lean more in that direction.
Following its outline, Cassandra conjured an exquisite Chinese-style snuff bottle, then caught the knowing look in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
What kind of look was that?
She hadn't copied that idiot. She had merely imitated him—yes, imitated him!
"Must be hard, isn't it?"
Professor McGonagall asked softly.
"Chasing after him must be exhausting."
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Cassandra walked out of the classroom.
Her face was full of pride.
She, Cassandra Vole, did not need anyone's sympathy! And she had nothing to do with that idiot!
She just didn't know why, but her heart felt faintly sour.
She had clearly met him first. Why could that idiot never see her? What was so good about that Miss Know-it-all?
She was always causing him so much trouble. Last time, she had nearly gotten him hurt. Why did he like staying by that Granger girl's side so much?
Couldn't he see that no matter when it was, she was always sitting beside him?
Cassandra Side Story!!
Cassandra felt awful.
She had ignored that Potter for two days.
Though she felt that Potter had not even noticed whether she was ignoring him or not, just as she was proudly thinking that Cassandra must never get angry because of that guy, she suddenly heard Pansy and the others discussing things sadly.
"Darren was sent to the Hospital Wing."
Why had he gone to the Hospital Wing again?
"I heard he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. When I went to see him, it looked like he was almost dead."
The Cruciatus Curse? Like the one Becky used? No way?
Who would cast the Cruciatus Curse on him? No one in this school would have the heart to, right?
"It's true. I heard