Cassie had gone and blown her cover that's it, she was going to have to spend half of a precious hour listening to jib jab about gurdy roots and its many uses or something pointless like than and pretend to care as to not be too rude. After the half hour she'd pretend she had somewhere important to get off to and slip away. She wasn't one to not talk to a person because he or she wasn't of the same calibre but talking about things she wasn't particularly interested in would drive her nuts.

She froze when a familiar voice vibrated her ear drum. Not good. He was the last person she had expected to run into here in the library. He always seemed more the type to stay in the common room and study if anything. Why today of all days Freddie? She made an inward groan as she straightened up and steeled herself to face him. She wasn't looking forward to that much either now was she. His eyes were going to do that whole searching her soul look thing and she was going to melt like butter and not be mad at him or indifferent like she had rehearsed in her head over and over in the event that she would run into him. She took a while minute before she turned around to face him and felt her legs go jello. She was failing at her plan *mental flail*

To steady her nerve and appear cool Cassie leaned against the shelf knocking a few books off in the process. Scrise! Since when was Cassandra Storm a clutz and rubbish around boys?! She was grateful though that the downed books gave her a reason to drop to her knees and look away from him. She perhaps spent longer than she needed to pick up the two books but it gave her time to compose herself. She got to her feet and flashed a bright smile at him. plan back on track " oh yeah, pfft I'm good, I'm alright just..umm...getting some books to do some reading." She held up a book to show him.How to treat boils and her face warmed with embarrassment. That was not what she wanted to hold up. She cleared her throat. Plan executed poorly"So umm, how are you doing?" she rest the books on a nearby table so she could rake her fingers through her hair to restore some sort of neatness.