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PandaGirl After the pretext of Cass being cross at her and having her bag snatched away, Heather hung her head low, but her eyes would nervously look at Cass and then at someplace else, afraid of meeting her dagger-filled stares.
"not like me?" she asked, trying bravely to lift her head and show surprise in her face. What did Cass mean by that? She'd always been herself! Heather's not changed an inch! Well...she did grow an inch once more, which made her really happy yesterday upon knowing it. Her robes wasn't usually that short anymore although it still touched the floor, making it hard for her to go running about still. But....she felt a great deal of sadness...that letter...she wrote, but...when, oh when will she get a response?
Cass was right then, that she wasn't herself. it was unlikely of Heather to be sad just like this and she realized she was affecting people around her. She looked at Cass apologetically.
"I'm sorry Cass, i worried you. I didn't know I've been that selfish recently...i probably should stop worrying." she tried to put on a smile although it came out as an obvious forced smile. "After all, Ed's probably too busy..." she blushed and clasped a hand at her mouth. Great. it's always been her habit to spill things all of a sudden without meaning too. Like that one time she accidentally spilled the secret content of Camellia's package to that bartender in the Leaky...what was his name? Oh, it was japanese. hmm...It's something to do with an R.
"eeerrr....." Heather took back her bag from Cass. "Let me have my pack bag, please...uhm...so what do you want to do?" hoping this would avert Cass's attention from her mentioning Ed's name. It would most likely cause Cass to be ticked off upon hearing the name of her most hated enemy roll off of Heather's tongue just like that.
Of course this was about Ed. That git. Oh well, much better than being about Connor.
Cringe.
Cass mentally cringed at Heather's crestfallen expression. The thought of that slimeball not replying to her owls must really be bothering her. Shame.
"I have his letters." She admitted before she could stop herself, then being the quick thinking Slytherin that she was, she added
"Mother forwarded them to me, saying that Ed's owl was too scared to ever fly near Hogwarts." On threats of being attacked by my darling Cygnus. Hah!
"I haven't read them though, I think they're somewhere at the bottom of my trunk." She said with a shrug
"It wasn't addressed to anyone in particular, but I think it would be safe to assume that they were all for you."