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Harriet was feeling so lonely. How could her friends abandon her in her time of need?
How could they give up on her?
She couldn't take their accusing stares out of her mind.
Some friends she had...
Did they believe that she would take responsibility for something she didn't do, that she would lie and stomp on her honour to put an end to their suspicions?
Though friendship wasn't accurate to describe what they had.
She was used to being abandoned and understood very well what it was like to be left behind by the same people who were supposed to be there for her.
Tonight, something broke between them and there was nothing that could fix it.
Never again ...
She had to push her feelings under the rug and concentrate on her survival.
With these dark thoughts going on, she forgot where she was heading until she perceived that she was in the corridors leading to the Slytherin dorms.
Reprimanding herself for wandering so far from Gryffindor territory and dreading being caught by Snape, she was just about to head back when she come face to face with another student.
Noticing the green in his robes, she stiffened.
Looking closely, she couldn't place the guy in front of her.
Her wandering eyes rove over him and took in the details: He was older, a sixth year maybe.
He was tall maybe 6ft3 or more, with dark messy hair, stormy eyes swirling with a vivid array of greys, high cheekbones and a light complexion.
Guessing from his expensive robes, his silent, imposing frame and the way he carried himself she was sure that he was a Pureblood.
It was impossible to decipher anything from his closed-off face.
Not entertaining the thought of ending her disastrous day with another confrontation, she was about to flee when he spoke in a strong voice. "I believe you."
Harriet blinked once, twice then raised her head slowly, looking into his eyes. "You do?"
Smirking slightly, the guy said. "Of course I do, just looking at your face when your name was called was enough to make me believe that you did not put your name in the goblet."
Then step by step as if not to make her bolt, he drew nearer. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Heiress Potter. I am Heir Warrington but you may call me Cassius."
Looking at his extended hand, she thought he wanted to shake hers. But he made this encounter even weirder by planting a soft kiss on her fingers.