pouring rain outside, lightning flashing throughout the sky. cloak wrapped around her lean frame, cassi jogged through the courtyard, the hood of her cloak slipping, but, she didn't reach to fix it. personally, she liked the rain, just not when she had her books in her bag and she'd been fairly far away from the school. her blonde hair was almost black with water and her eyes were dark with shadows as she made her way through the rain soaked grounds. dodging puddles and mud, she felt sure of her footing, although, it would probably be necessary to put her converse in front of the fireplace for the night to dry them out.

another bolt of lightning darted through the sky, but this time, she didn't even flinch, she was beginning to get used to the lightning and the thunder that echoed throughout the sky. the trees moaned as a gust of wind pounded them, knocking her hood off of her head, allowing her blonde hair to pool out over her shoulders, any hair that was dry was almost immediately soaked. her pace picked up just slightly, ready to be inside, protect her books and get dry. but, with the increase of her pace, came the increase of her clumsiness. she stumbled slightly, but regained her balance quickly, slowing to a stop as soon as she was sure her feet were under her.

another flash of lightning illuminated everything, and then she saw that it was only about 100 more feet until the castle steps. running a hand through her wet hair, she returned to her treck to the castle, clearing the distance quickly with her long stride. climbing the stairs quickly, she slipped into the hall, unfortunately it was a little more literal than most would think. the minute both her feet were inside the building, she slipped, sending her bookbag and all its contents sliding across the floor. but, she lay there winded, her blue eyes sort of glazed. when she managed to get her breath back into her, she sighed, coughing just slightly because she'd swallowed some water.

shaking her head and cursing under her breath, she pushed herself up so that she was sitting on her knees. looking at all her books and papers, notes, quills, all the normal stuff that a student carried in their bag, all of it scattered across the floors. and for a girl as ocd as her, this bugged the crap out of her. sighing, she pushed her hair out of her face once more and then began collecting all of her things, muttering the whole time.

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word count; 488
muse level; fair
tag; open
graphics; meee
time-frame; sunset-ish.

why did her klutziness have to always follow her one way or another? her mom was one of the most graceful people she knew, and, of course, she'd never met her dad, but, she figured he wasn't much of a klutz, so why was she? for the normally proud teen, all she wanted to do was vanish, this type of thing was just humiliating, so, her mind forced her to just kind of stay there on the ground, praying that no one would see her or something, in all honesty, she didn't know. but when she heard someone else hit the ground, her blue eyes flashed, they'd stepped on one of her books, now that pissed her off.

she heard whoever it was get to his feet and the sharp click of his shoes walking across the floor towards her. glaring at his shoes when he knelt in front of her, she tried to place who it was, and then she heard his voice. Watch yourself, girl. You're on very dangerous terms with me now. she recognised it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on i- scorpius. lifting her chin almost defiantly, she looked at scorpius, wanting to see his face when he realised it was her. her soaked hair fell over her shoulder as she looked at him, but, at least she had a bit of her usual spark again. Oh. Cassandra. It's just you. Nevermind what I had said before. You know how it is around here.

she could still hear the annoyance in his tone, but, she knew him well enough to be able to put it past. that i do, scorpius, that i do. pushing herself up so that she was perched on her knees, she ran her hand across her forehead, clearing off some of the water that still was managing to cling to her. i guess it would be pointless of me to ask you to pass me the book you stepped on, or would it? she gave a slightly pointed look at the text that had a nice scorpius footprint on the cover, but, wasn't being as harsh as she would have been had it been anyone else.

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word count; 449
muse level; better than it's been.
tag; scorpius =]
graphics; meee
time-frame; sunset-ish.