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Artist-2-Be · 05-30-2008, 05:05 AM

Cassandra silently walked up to the guest book, raising an eyeborw at the peacock feather quill. She picked it up gently, and dipped it's slightly already purple tip into the ink, and scrawled her name.

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Miss Cassandra Ford

She gave a glance at the penseive before sighing. A memory? 'Well, I defintely have none with Belle...' She thought. She wracked her brain for a memory, her hand holding her chin while she was in thought. Her eyes lightened up when she thought of one. It was a stupid one, but still a memory where she had been in contact with the Minister.

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It was about ten or eleven years ago, when she was eighteen or nineteen. She was walking down the street, a muggle newspaper in her hand. She was looking for an apartment, and had been for a few weeks now. 'Come on, who would still want to live with their father and step-mother?' She thought, rolling her eyes, before looking back at the papers in her hand. She skimmed through the ads, hoping to find a good, non-crappy, deal. Apparently she was too preoccupied with the papers, she hardly noticed when someone was rushing through the crowded London streets.

Next thing she knew she was on her bottom, and the newspaper being trampled on by the people. When no new feet were coming, she quickly grabbed it, and stuffed it into her messenger bag. She heard someone clear his/her voice, and she quickly looked up, her cheeks turning a light pink in embarrassment. The person she had bumped into, or the opposite, was a man who looked in his mid-thirties. He had already gotten up, if he had fallen down at all, anyways, and had a hand held out, the other in his pocket.

"Need help?" He asked, giving a smile, which in reply, she gave a meek nod yes. Cassandra grabbed his hand, and he lifted her up. She dusted herself off, her eyes glued to the floor.

"I'm sorry." She apologized, not really knowing if it was her, or his fault. Her gaze went up, and she thought she knew him from somewhere. But what? Oh well, she'll probably remember later. She looked at her watch, and gave a quiet gasp. "Oh no! I'm late! Please Excuse me mister."

He had given a smile in response, and said that his last name was Cooper. She then gave a proper goodbye, saying her name in the process, before hurrying off in the opposite direction. And when she was a good few blocks away, was when Cassandra realized something.

She had just ran into the new Minister of Magic.

05-30-2008, 05:05 AM	#15 (permalink)
Artist-2-Be Beware Dramapuffs! Snidget Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Arizona, dude. :P Posts: 2,812 Hogwarts RPG Name: Helen Dorcas Greer First Year	Cassandra silently walked up to the guest book, raising an eyeborw at the peacock feather quill. She picked it up gently, and dipped it's slightly already purple tip into the ink, and scrawled her name. Quote: Miss Cassandra Ford She gave a glance at the penseive before sighing. A memory? 'Well, I defintely have none with Belle...' She thought. She wracked her brain for a memory, her hand holding her chin while she was in thought. Her eyes lightened up when she thought of one. It was a stupid one, but still a memory where she had been in contact with the Minister. Quote: It was about ten or eleven years ago, when she was eighteen or nineteen. She was walking down the street, a muggle newspaper in her hand. She was looking for an apartment, and had been for a few weeks now. 'Come on, who would still want to live with their father and step-mother?' She thought, rolling her eyes, before looking back at the papers in her hand. She skimmed through the ads, hoping to find a good, non-crappy, deal. Apparently she was too preoccupied with the papers, she hardly noticed when someone was rushing through the crowded London streets. Next thing she knew she was on her bottom, and the newspaper being trampled on by the people. When no new feet were coming, she quickly grabbed it, and stuffed it into her messenger bag. She heard someone clear his/her voice, and she quickly looked up, her cheeks turning a light pink in embarrassment. The person she had bumped into, or the opposite, was a man who looked in his mid-thirties. He had already gotten up, if he had fallen down at all, anyways, and had a hand held out, the other in his pocket. "Need help?" He asked, giving a smile, which in reply, she gave a meek nod yes. Cassandra grabbed his hand, and he lifted her up. She dusted herself off, her eyes glued to the floor. "I'm sorry." She apologized, not really knowing if it was her, or his fault. Her gaze went up, and she thought she knew him from somewhere. But what? Oh well, she'll probably remember later. She looked at her watch, and gave a quiet gasp. "Oh no! I'm late! Please Excuse me mister." He had given a smile in response, and said that his last name was Cooper. She then gave a proper goodbye, saying her name in the process, before hurrying off in the opposite direction. And when she was a good few blocks away, was when Cassandra realized something. She had just ran into the new Minister of Magic. __________________ Made by Tristin