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Christopher grinned at her reassurance, setting his book aside. "Your mother is a very wise woman," he remarked, thinking back on his stay at the Prewett Estate during the summer. Ms. Black had been very intelligent, she worked in a very exclusive department of the Ministry. So even though he was pretty sure neither really knew how the remark applied to the situation, it did make him feel less foolish.
With a chuckle, Christopher imagined Cass reading through the book thinking something along the lines of... This is nothing... I live in a dungeon! "Wow, sometimes I think some of you Slytherins might be braver than most Gryffindors." It was true, those Snakes had nerves of steel. He himself was in Gryffindor, known for bravery, and he wasn't even sure that his courage compared to theirs. "Having Lafay as your Head of House must make nothing seem scary anymore."
A slight blush took up on his face as she complimented him, and he couldn't bite back a smile. "Thanks." Nodding towards the book she held, Christopher spoke to the book itself. "Don't you worry, English books are just as impressive as French," he teased, looking up at her with a goofy grin. He loved that he could be a total goofball around Cass without having to worry about how he was thought of. It was nice. "My father taught World History to the local Muggle high school. He was really interested in foreign language, so he brought us up with French, and a little bit of Latin and Greek." He smiled sadly, as a wave of nostalgia swept over him. Suddenly, tons of memories of his dad ran through his head, but it made him happy. His father had taught him bits of many languages, he knew a ton of constellations, and just about every bit of Muggle history ever recorded. He missed his dad a lot.
Trying to clear his head, Christopher turned back to Cass and put on his regular smile. "So... do you know any foreign languages? You'd be surprised how many kids come from places other than Great Britain." He'd always thought that Hogwarts was the school for the British, and there were other schools all across the world. Beaubatons, Durmstrang, etc. A lot of kids just spoke different languages with their parents at home! Heck, there were even Americans here!
Cass rolled her eyes as he complemented her mother, but she didn't bother denying it as it was true...most of the time. When she wasn't being crazy, she can be pretty wise.
"Easy there James." She said as she wagged her finger at him
"You sound like you fancy my mother or something!" She joked as she laughed lightly. a part of her mind registering the fact that this was the first time she had ever called him by his last name. Then she sat up straight and grinned wickedly
"and now you know where I inherited my wisdom." She said in a airy tone before collapsing into her seat in a wave of quiet giggles.
"We probably are." She said, her tone smug as she smirked up at him before nodding at his words
"Yup, most especially with Lafay in our team." She remembered the fire that Lafay started,and all her husbands that mysteriously disappeared, and that fight that she had with the head of house for the puffers last year...yup, she was an incredibly scary woman.
"But seriously though, if there's anything that scares me...it's the dark." She said, all hints that she was joking pushed aside
"I'm deathly afraid of it...Funny, huh? For a Slytherin...who lived in the dungeons, which was often shrouded in darkness." Then she ran her hands through her curls, a habit that she often found doing whenever she was stressed out or something like that.
"Oh and snails. Also deathly afraid of them." She wasn't going to mention that her boggart had been a giant snail though...that would probably too embarrassing for her to bear.
"What about you?" Then she grinned and added
"Do brave Gryffindors have fears too?"
The blonde held back the grin as he blushed at her compliment. Christopher was just too endearing. It was really hard to remind herself that the guy was supposed to be off limits or something like that since he obviously didn't like her that way...
Oh wait, he was talking to her? Focus, Cassandra! "Huh?" She began
"Oh yeah. Foreign languages." She repeated, shaking herself out of her daze
"Well, I can speak a bit of French..." She admitted
"but it's not often gramatically correct." She admitted sheepishly
"I used to tune mother out whenever she tried to teach me how to speak French...I wish I didn't though. Now I sound stupid every time I speak in it."