Her cheeks were pink from the cold air outside. Rosalie had been out at the lake moments before. She wore her robes that were lined with black rabbit fur, her favorite ones, and her newest ones.
Letting out the breath of air she'd been holding, Rosalie pulled the hood away from her face, as she scanned the room. Her eyes fell on Cassandra, who was sitting alone, and looking somewhat irritated. When she noticed the Hufflepuff prefect already in the room, Rosalie smiled. Cassandra usually had one reason or another to be irritated with the person filling that seat. At least it wasn't Leo though.
"Hey Cass." Rosalie greeted her, as she walked over to her friend, taking the seat next to her.
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