#in my head i was playing adele and nearly crying in my classroom

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maki PLEASE come back i need you i miss you i love you plz come back its so lonely without u plz i miss u so mubc💔

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⚡ for a muggle au (cassiel x abaddon)

year one.They look a strange bunch, she’s sure — just a small bunch of children and a single father, so she supposes that’s pretty eye-catching, but it’s also the first day of Hogwarts, so she can’t be bothered to care too much about the looks they’re getting. Lucien ruffles his hand through her hair, smiling in that enigmatic way of his, a little worried, a lot sad, and she gets kisses from him and all her other siblings before she boards the train.

It’s hard, finding a place to sit on the train, because children are cruel, because she doesn’t have a mom, because her family has ties to dark magic, because, because, because. She holds her head up high even when they snicker about how she’s named after a demon.

She finds an empty carriage, and tries her best not to cry.

Someone finds their way into it, and they tilt their head at her, curiously silent.

Abaddon snarls at them, because of course she does. “And what the hell do you want? Come to see a death-eater for yourself? I’ll have you know admission is ten galleons at the door, so if you want to keep staring, you better pay up,” she says viciously, like she has any modicum of control, like her cheeks aren’t burning high with shame.

They raise an eyebrow at her and take a seat next to her. “Can’t I just be here for a place to sit?”

She scoffs a laugh. “Sure,” she grins, snapping her teeth together.

Sure enough, they sit down and act like she’s not there at all.

It makes her restless — sure, it sucks when everyone hates her, but she’s not used to no reaction at all. “Hey. Hey,” she emphasizes, pouting.

“What?”

“Are you just going to sit there?”

“Yes.”

“Not even going to try to talk or something?”

“I’m sure you talk enough for both of us.”

“Well,” she says, mulling it over. “That’s fair. Can I at least get a name to go off of?”

They regard her carefully. “Cassiel,” comes the eventual answer.

She grins. “We’re going to be great friends, Cassie. I know it.”

“It’s Cassiel.”

“I know. But Cassie is so much more fun to say. Cassiel is too serious.”

There’s a long suffering sigh.

She keeps grinning, resolves to do everything in her power to keep them.

—

The sorting hat barely grazes her head before it yells out Slytherin, and no one’s surprised. Her robes flash velvet green, and her tie bears silver streaks through the luxurious emerald.

Cassiel gets sorted into Gryffindor, rich reds and golds adorning their robes, and she waves from her seat at the Slytherin table; this makes it even better.

Conflict is so much more fun.

year two.Hogwarts is funny in the way that they purposefully foster vicious house rivalries and proceed to have paired classes. Cassiel has to put up with her in potions, care for magical creatures, and transfiguration.

She’s really quite good at potions — but gets written up nearly every class for “too much flair” and “Abaddon don’t toss your silver knife like that”. Transfiguration is all about pretending you’re something when you’re not, and by any stretch of the imagination, fits her very well.

She’s terrible with magical creatures, though; they all hate her.

In stark contrast, they love Cassiel — something something calming presence, something something respect. Whatever.

She figures 3 classes together isn’t enough, especially because Cassiel hangs around Shibah more often than not�� so she decides to start poaching their friends.

Adele is easy to befriend, and Abaddon likes to think that she oft gives the girl a much needed walk on the wild side.

Grace is next, and they get along great because everyone loves Grace, and Abaddon loves the spotlight. (Isaiah just seems like a kind of package deal thing, but he’s fun too. She coaxes him into tickling the giant squid for the hell of it, and he gets a row of tentacle mark bruises. She laughs for a week over that, but expresses remorse to get back into Grace’s… well, good graces.)

The Hufflepuffs are easy to hang around.

Unsurprisingly, Cassiel’s Gryffindor friends don’t like her much.

Either way, they start hanging out more because Abaddon went ahead and inserted herself into their friend group.

She supposes this is the last time Cassiel knows true peace.

year three.“Cassie,” she calls after messing up a spell, snickering. “Cassiel. Cassiel. Look.”

“What?”

“Darling, you’re so hot, I’m burning up,” she grins, brandishing her flaming sleeve like a trophy, nearly burning her cheek.

“Wh- Abaddon, why are you literally on fire?” Cassiel asks rhetorically, quickly summoning up some water and putting it out.

“Well,” she sighs happily, examining her smoking sleeve. “I think I’m a little burned. Kiss it better?”

Cassiel glares at her.

“God, it’s just a joke. You Gryffindors really need to touch up on your humor-“

Cassiel reels her in by her tie and kisses her solidly, pulling back with a self-satisfied “there”, and walks off before Abaddon can get her brain functioning again.

—

For the most part, nothing changes. Abaddon’s still an outrageous flirt, talking herself into and out of sticky situations in equal measure… and Cassiel endures.

But something must’ve changed, because they get looks when she maybe says things that are deemed a little too much and Cassiel just purses their lips in amusement and annoyance.

Grace notices something different, and seems to take it upon herself to set them up as much as humanly possible, because Abaddon starts noticing she gets more invites and definitely gets coincidentally squished as close as possible to Cassiel.

Grace Lowery, you really are a force of nature.

Abaddon steals a Gryffindor tie and a Hufflepuff tie so she can sit at their tables whenever she so pleases.

Yes, both Cassiel and Grace have to buy new ties.

year four.She joins the quidditch team and is one hell of a chaser. Something about being unpredictable in nature makes the whole predicting and saving her shots really quite difficult.

Cassiel joins the Gryffindor quidditch team as a keeper and she preens, because it’s inconceivable that the decision wasn’t influenced by her. (It really isn’t, but her ego is big enough to ignore that.)

—

Grace holds up Slytherin banners at her games, so Isaiah gets roped into doing it too.

—

“Hey there darling,” she greets, doing loop-de-loops near Cassiel’s goalposts.

“Abaddon,” comes the terse greeting.

“You’re looking good in your quidditch jersey,” she remarks off-handedly.

Cassiel doesn’t deem her with a response.

“Yeah,” she says, grinning, catching a nice pass. “You look like a real keeper.”

The line is so bad she scores off of it, and Cassiel’s glare promises a thousand retributions.

—

It’s always pretty even between them: Cassiel blocks just as many shots as Abaddon makes.

Evenly matched. Perfectly opposed.

She doesn’t know what else she expects.

year five.She takes up commentating on the matches she doesn’t play in. Professor Thornton probably laughs over and regrets it in equal measure. (In private, of course.)

Well, she’s quite good at commentating Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw.

Any matches Gryffindor plays in is a different story.

—

“Hogwarts,” she greets merrily. “What a beautiful day today! Incomparable to Gryffindor keeper, Cassiel, of course, but it really is lovely today,” she says, and Professor Thornton arches a brow at her in silent warning.

“Anyway, today’s match is Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw — and those blue chasers are something mean, which means Donny is benched. Allstars only, today, Donny boy, sorry. Plus, it’s downright criminal to bench Cassiel’s ass - I mean, it is top shelf.”

A pointed throat clearing gets her back on track.

“We’re off, and Gryffindor chasers lose possession immediately… nice going, Gabriel,” she says, receiving a pointed middle finger from said chaser.

“Sinclair to whoever that is,” she continues. “Streaking down the field… and a magnificent save from an equally excellent keeper. Sorry girls, only I score with — score against — them.

“Have I mentioned how excellent they look in their quidditch reds today? I’m of the opinion those jerseys would look better at the foot of my b-“

“Abaddon.”

“But that’s just me. Play continues with Gryffindor chaser Gabriel making a shot… for once. Surprising. Someone check the sky and tell me if pigs are flying. Actually, I can see for myself, and holy shit, they are. Wait, no, sorry, that’s still Gryffindor chaser Gabe. An honest mistake, Professor Thornton. Promise.”

—

She sneaks her way into Gryffindor’s celebration party afterward, studiously avoiding Gabriel while mixing dangerously colorful drinks all night.

—

People snicker at the oversized red robe she has on the next morning, but she’s too busy nursing a hangover to care. She groans when Cassiel dumps a green one in her lap unceremoniously.

year six.Whoever thought that she should be made a prefect should probably be fired. Or really, promoted, in her opinion.

She laughs so hard she cries when she sees the shiny prefect badge Cassiel bears.

So maybe she messes with the patrol schedules a little, but in her defense, she pleads preemptive self-defense, because she’s 90% sure that Cassiel is the only one who can last through patrols with her without actually hexing her.

Turns out, the patrols they end up on together are a little less productive than they should be.

They get locked into a classroom by Peeves, and no matter how many unlocking charms Cassiel casts, it’s no use. (She wonders if Grace bribed him.)

She, instead of helping, lines up a bunch of desks and lies across them and slings an arm over her eyes.

She can’t actually see what they’re doing, but it’s her personal opinion that they’re probably glaring over at her.

“What?” She asks after an extended silence. “I’m tired.”

“Then sleep.”

“Different type of tired. I’ve been chasing this whole time, Cassie. It’s your turn to think of some fun quips and interesting mischief to get ourselves in.”

“We’re locked in this room.”

“Improvise.”

There’s scraping along the floor and she peeks over curiously. Cassiel lines up some desks and lies there as well.

“Are… you sleeping?”

“I have a test tomorrow.”

She sighs. “We have a whole classroom to ourselves. No one can come in or out.There are so many more interesting things we could be doing right now, honestly.”

“Buy me dinner first, and we’ll see.”

She chokes.

“How’s that for witty quips? I’m going to sleep; don’t talk anymore.”

Abaddon agrees meekly.

—

Professor Thornton is, understandably, not amused to see them in sleeping in her classroom in the morning.

Abaddon leaves like a million cat pictures pilfered from Umbridge in her office later and hopes Professor Thornton gets a kick out of burning them, at least.

year seven.In the last quidditch match of the year, Gabriel gets a particularly vindictive knock on her mid air, and she can see Cassiel taking a nosedive on their broom as she falls. She passes out, but not before seeing them leaning over her, concerned and saying things she can’t make out.

She wakes in the hospital wing, and knows things are broken and still healing, but she storms out in her anger anyway, making her way to the astronomy tower, huffy and violently angry. There are a motley of bruises on her back and her shoulders ache, and every breath she takes only serves to make her angrier.

A fuss is kicked up once the nurse realizes she’s not in the infirmary, and it’s Cassiel that finds her, because of course it is.

She snaps at them when she hears their footsteps in the entrance of the tower. “Get the fuck out of here,” she says, back turned to them.

They settle next to her, instead.

She shoves back at them, ribs and back flaring up in agony when she does. “Why are you still here? Who says I want you here?”

Cassiel doesn’t say anything, but she can see their jaw clench.

“Oh,” she says coldly, laughing cruelly. “Don’t tell me you actually thought there was anything worthwhile between us. Sure, I had fun, but let’s not kid ourselves here,” she hisses, eyes narrowing, tone and words saying leave but every fiber of her being hoping they’ll stay. She can feel their anger at those words, and she shoves at them again because she knows she can’t actually keep them — and figures it’ll hurt less to just make them leave first. Seven years down the drain, but it’s not like they’ll keep contact after they stop being required to, right?

Cassiel punches her.

She instinctively cries out in pain and bites into her tongue, cutting it short, before grinning crazily, bloodily, over at them. “There it is. Finally had enough, right? Stop fucking holding back. Everyone leaves, so just leave now before you actually make me think you’ll stay,” she says weakly as her vision swims.

—

She wakes up in the hospital wing again.

Cassiel is standing guard this time, probably to insure she doesn’t leave her bed again.

“Why are you still here?” She asks, practically begging.

“Does there need to be a reason?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I’m awful. I’m the worst. Everyone tells me this at least once a day. So why-”

“Yes,” Cassiel cuts across her. “You are something awful, but I’m staying anyway. It’s been seven years; when will you realize I’m not leaving?”

“I hate it when people make promises.”

“It’s not a promise.”

“Then what is it?”

“Just a fact.”

“Our seven years at Hogwarts are gonna be over soon,” she says tentatively, finally getting to the root of the problem.

“Improvise, then,” they shoot back.