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Do Not Explode. Do Not Explode.

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Cassandra Auburn

It was Saturday. It was snowing outside. It was cold inside. It was a pretty much the normal, snowy Saturday; quite boring too, if I might add.

 

Cassie bundled up with about two layers of clothes and headed down to the Great Hall where she knew most of the kids who were not in their common rooms were gathered. She had longish denim pants on and two knee high socks on each leg and a pink sweater on and two jackets on top of it. Yep, the outfit kept her warm enough. But she had something up her sleeve. Literally. It was a pack of cards. Exploding Snap cards to be exact.

 

That will most definitely keep her adrenaline going and when it explodes… Well, let’s just say that it might get a bit too warm. Cassandra had this crazy ambition today of building a stack of card towers so high that she’d be world famous. And by famous I mean, with lots and lots of photographers and paparazzi stalking her and such for being the first-est person to build the highest most magnificent exploding snap tower of all time. Then, she could rule the world with her exploding snap abilities! Bwahahahaha…

 

Blinded by her thoughts about world domination, she had only realized that she had reached her destination- the Great Hall. Cassie sauntered of to a spacious part of the Gryffindor table and set her ‘battle area’. She cleared the space in front of her and took out the deck of cards. Ah, the smell of brand new cards… It’s almost like the smell of a brand new car, actually. Only better. ^_^

 

Alright-y… One card… Two cards… Three Cards… She made a pyramid out of these three cards. Three cards closer to world domination!!! Four… Five… Six… Another pyramid. Mind you, she has to make ten to these pyramids on the first layer to make her tower come true. Seven… Eight… Nine…

 

Hold on. The first pyramid seems wobbly! Gaah!! Do not explode. Do not explode. Do not explode.

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Naima St. James

You could call Naima a freeze baby. But then she’d have to hex you. Not so pretty. Dressed in several layers of clothes, Naima St. James was bored but warm.

 

Though now she looked more like the Ravenclaw Class Clown. One thing Naima especially hated was matching socks, so, she didn’t. Which means that her large collection of multi-coloured toe socks got all jumbled up. Which means she never matched. Today Naima had a close enough match; one sock was blue, blak, and white striped, with a penguin on the big toe. The other was a pale blue colour, and had penguins all over. Her mum had sent them to her after Naima first wrote home and told them all about the Penguin Regiment. Needless to say, they were Naima’s favourite pair.

 

Not that you could see them very well. It was the thought that count, and who cared if no one else knew she was wearing them?

 

So instead of freezing to death in that drafty old tower, Naima headed down to the Great Hall to see what as up there. She knew there had to be at least someone down there, since the common room was pretty much empty. Goodie goodie gum drops. Someone to play with.

 

Nah, Naima isn’t a seer, so of course it came as no surpise to her that the Great Hall was virtually empty. “Dang,” she muttered to herself, and turned to leave before a black-haired girl caught her attention. Naima smiled. Score!

 

“Hiya Cassie!” Naima almost shouted in greeting. She was so glad to see someone she knew and could converse with that she didn’t notice the cards the Gryffindor was playing with… until it was too late.

 

“Oooh, ouch.” Vocal vibrations, whatever. Naima didn’t have enough time to jump back from the exploding snap cards before they, well, exploded, singeing her fingers. Sticking her finger in her mouth and trying real hard not to cry or something, she mumbled, “’orry ‘assie.”

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Cassandra Auburn

Cassandra put all her concentration- every single ounce of it, on the first pyramid she had created. Its left card was wobbling madly as if prompting Cassie to move one single muscle, or even take in a lungful of air. She ever so carefully tried to steady the card with a finger, not even daring to breath. No. No. No. You will not- and I mean not explode. Don’t collapse on me. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. She kept this mantra in her head, as if the cards could hear whatever crap she was thinking. Who knew Exploding snap could bring out the weird side of her. Not that she’s already weird or anything. *snort*

 

And then, the stubborn card steadied ever so slowly, as Cassandra removed her finger from it. That’s it. That’s it. The young Gryffindor held her breath for a complete five seconds, her arms outstretched as if steadying a candle’s flame- only bigger. Yes… that’s a good card. That’s it. Now, stay. Whoa. She was starting to talk as if with a dog. Things these kinds of games could do to your head. *tsk*

 

“There we go,” she whispered as she got a new card from the stack. She still had her eye on that first wobbly card when all of a sudden. Some kind of sonic boom interrupted her concentration. And before she could even realize what it was, the pyramids exploded with a loud, “BOOM!”

 

“AHHH! Retreat! Retreat! We’re being attaaaaacked!!!” Cassandra Auburn toppled off her seat with a loud yelp as the whole thing exploded, nearly singeing her face, in front of her very eyes. Ho-hum. I guess world domination wouldn’t be this easy. Well, if you even call this stuff easy, that is. I’ll just find yet another fool proof plan at dominating the world.

 

But for the mean time, “Who was the culprit?!” Cassie bellowed with her eyes closed. You know, all scrunched up and all that like she as having a hard time memorizing something. She stood up, crossed her arms and opened her eyes. “It was you?!” As she said this, she lowered her voice. It was just Naima after all, and not some other stinkin’ Slytherickle first year that want to torment her. At least, it was a friend, or gawd knows what she’ll do if she found some git let loose a Filibuster Firework or something.

 

It was just then that Cassandra caught sight of herself in a shiny suit of armour. She looked as though she stuck her head inside a muggle oven- her hair was sticking out at all the wrong angles and her nose, cheeks and forehead was covered in soot! Cassie chuckled, “Now take a look at that, Naima,” she pointed to herself. “So, care for a game of exploding snap?” Cassandra grinned as she indicated the singed stack of cards.

 

Ooooh, this should be fun.

 

((OOC: Hmm.. I think it was my computer that has the problem last night. Not the validation. ^_^))

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