Thursday night after dinner.

Cassie was still full from dinner, granted it had not been that long ago. At least it was much more uneventful than Tuesday, Cassie was still in shock it had happened at all and more importantly she had been so actively involved. Okay, well tackling Seto, her ex to the ground after he had punched Zel was not really being involved. Though she supposed kicking Huxley in the family jewels was probably getting her a little more involved. Oh no, Cassie was not a fighter she was a lover? No, maybe that was the wrong word, she was a crier. Violence was never the answer, but seeing Zel's tears had struck a nerve in her. It was enough to bring out a moment of chaotic rage. Okay, maybe she had not raged and didn't appear chaotic to anyone but herself. Cassie hated disorder and chaos and the whole fight had, had her in distress of some sort.

Cassie desired to put the whole unseemly disorganized fight behind her, it really wasn't her style. Though Zel needed support (wasn't that supposed to be what SAWS was about?) and then of course there was cousin solidarity. But they had all had a day to cool down, or so Cassie had hoped. She had already apologized for the miss directed kick towards the precious parts. So, she figured she was on the road to forgetting about it until school things game into play. SAWS was bound to be under scrutiny, which wasn't good. Cassie though was just continuing about her daily routine and right now was deciding to head to the library to sign out a book she needed for class, further reading.

Stepping out the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room she started to pull her hair back into a ponytail. The mop of big curls just needed to be contained for now. She was too busy flipping the elastic around her hair to notice where she was going. Not that she wasn't really looking where she was going, more she wasn't paying attention. Had she noticed she might have heard the sound of other footsteps. Had she noticed she might not have wandered into someone, elbows out as she was trying to tie back her hair. At this rate she was going to be labelled a bully. Wait was she at fault here? Cassie wasn't even sure. Immediately and instinctively she spewed out, "I'm sorry!" It didn't matter whether she was at fault or not, she still felt horrid. Then she saw who it was and felt even worse. "I swear I'm not trying to be you up!" Cassie dropped her hands to cover her face in a moment of embarrassment.

If evolution were real, Huck thought miserably, I'd have evolved a protective shell over my nads.

Huck had been kneed, kicked, hexed, and hell, even punched in the nether regions before. But that time had been the worst yet by far. Even during his encounter in the alleyway his precious bits had been saved such a bruising.

Oh, and bruising there was. Bruising. On his plums.

Oddly, in general, Huck would have blamed the discomfort on the person whose foot had done the crime, but Cassie was about the sweetest li'l thing in the entire world and he would deny the ache for days before he would let a girl know that he had hurt him. (Well, except for his very close friends. He would have never let them hear the end of it.)

It was that thought which was, oddly enough, running through his brain when a pair of little elbows smashed directly into his nipples.

"For fu-- oh!" he recovered, folding his arms tightly across his chest to try and distract himself from the pain. Smirking broadly, he leaned forward. "Oh, I don't believe that for a second," he joked. "You've had it in for me since day one. I've had to look over me shoulder all the time- always expectin' to see ye stalkin' behind me swingin' a sock full 'o sickles."

Cassie had not even accomplished putting her back into a pony tail before she dropped her hands, causing her hair to just fall and she was sure it was a curly mop. She looked at Huxley sheepishly as she noticed him cross his arms over his chest. Oh bother, she had hurt him again hadn't she. Cassie really need to stop doing that to poor unsuspecting souls, particularly Huxley. He had been at the end of one of her limbs twice now.

"Oh gosh no!" Cassie said as she finally removed her hands from her face. "I'm so sorry." Now she was super embarrassed he thought she was out to get him. How horrid he had thought that for going on six years now. Cassie was now determined to be extra nice to him. How was she going to accomplish being super nice to him? Well she could make him something?

Cassie placed her hands on her hips and she registered the sheer ridiculousness of his statement. "You're pulling my leg aren't Huxley." Cassie tilted her head slight and narrowed her eyes, but the smile creeping onto her lips gave away her amusement. "Though are you sure you are okay?" Cassie didn't know what her vicious elbows could feel like walking into someone. She sort of wanted to give him a hug to apologize, but she would probably hurt him in the process cause them both to trip or something.