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Monday, August 24, 2015

[color=gray]The trek had been as frustrating as ever. Her mother had her running to the last possible moment. The very last pick-up of the Peregrine and only a few hours to hang out with her friends. Emily had made her feel better, but it was still frustrating. This was her last year and she wanted to start it off right for the first time since her first. 

But, she'd managed to make it to school and that was good. She was a prefect again, which was nice. And still had an excellent reputation among the faculty, even if she had some more interesting extracurricular activities, but she wasn't about to give up the occasional gigs. She loved music too much and it was what she wanted to do once she finished. No plans for some magical career being some big damn hero like an Auror or studious like the Cursebreakers. No, she just wanted to be a singer in a punk band, tour seedy bars and maybe some nicer places too. That wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy school, she loved learning, she just loved music more.

Getting ready in the morning was always a complicated endeavor. A mixture of magic and mundane methods created a look. She had red lips and blue eyes and, currently, her hair was black with red stripes framing her face. Each ear was positively littered with metal, spikey bars through the top, a few dangled with symbols from her tribe. hung from her lobes and then a series of hoops. Her nose had a hoop and a ring on through her septum. Her lip had a single stud and her tongue was recently pierced, but magically healed. It made changing piercings much easier. 

Her outfit, however, could be called a uniform but it only met the criterion to the letter instead of the intent. Thankfully she had built up enough good will and worked hard that her appearance tended to be overlooked. Usually, at least. Today she had picked a nice pencil skirt, deep grey with a longer back with some lace along the bottom. Her top was red, tight with a corset style ribbon. Her shoes were heals, with platforms and chunky bottoms. A barely there blue cardigan that cut around her chest, left open as there were no buttons. The sleeves were 3/4 just like her top. From there a lavender seemed to be growing along her arm and blooming on the back of her hand, at least on the right arm. The left was still empty. Just above the last button on her top was start of the lavender that trailed down her arm. Not exactly super punk, but she loved them so. 
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Once she was ready, Cassandre headed out. Through the Tituba common room and into the halls she wandered. It wasn't particularly fast, she was more of an ambler unless she needed to get somewhere. Though she seemed blissfully unaware to her surroundings as she was listening to a recording, her head bobbing with the music. Occasionally she would sing along with a verse or chorus. It was then that it would become clear her choice of music was, no, it wasn't clear since she was probably the only one save one of the professors who would never admit it that would be singing along to 7 Year Bitch. Her mother may be irresponsible, but she had some serious connections with magical bootlegs and it let Cassandre get her Riot Grrrl fix. She also got her late 70s British Punk and a few others. All sounded live, like a moment captured.

Once she made her way, Cassandre scanned the Great Hall. Her smiled turned a bit less pleased as she scanned the room and didn't see Emily. She had missed her in the dorms as well, likely just passing by by she kind of wanted to start the day with her. Nevemind, though, she worked on getting her schedule and sitting down for some food. She kept an eye for others, but mainly Emily. She wanted to get a start on this year's band schedule and the probably had alchemy together to start the day. 

So, with her tea and juice and various foods of the breakfast variety Cassandre waited. Occasionally she would give a glare to a group of boys that were leering a bit too much. But, mostly, she pushed it out of her mind. It was annoying, but ultimately she had just come to accept the little annoyances even as she hoped it would get better. 
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