HELP ME, HELP YOU (CARA)

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Cameron returned to Hogwarts again for his second year. This place was just as amazing as he remembered from last year, which wasn’t but a couple of months ago he left for summer vacation. He wondered when he would run into Kinsey. He had really been looking forward to seeing her again since he left. He had just left the dining hall after the sorting ceremony. So many new first years, he knew that feeling as he was just in that position one year ago. He started heading to the Ravenclaw common room. He wanted to get to his dorm, lay in his bed, and get all cozy under his covers. He knew the next day would be hectic with getting to his classes but he was looking forward to it. Cameron loved learning and doing school work. He was almost to the Ravenclaw common room when he ran into someone. He had been daydreaming and lost in his own babble of thoughts. Oh…sorry about that he said looking up at the person he had just collided with. She was taller than him but in Ravenclaw. He could tell by her school uniform. She had blond hair and was older than him. He could tell that by her height. He had always been a short kid.

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[cara june bainbridge]

@cameron
September 2020

Fourth year. It was almost routine at this point. The first day at Hogwarts always went the same: older students got off the train, hopped in their carriages, and arrived at the Great Hall well before any of the new first year students did. Then they had to wait agonizing minutes for all the new kids to be sorted before they could eat, only to be lectured by the Headmaster and then sent off to their respective dorms. The year that followed was almost the same thing. The only difference each new year was that there were different classes. More difficult ones than the previous. At this point in time though, Cara had grown tired of the norm at Hogwarts. She wanted to take her OWLs and NEWTs now. The grooming they had gotten through third year in the basic classes was just that: basic. Fourth year was apparently much of the same according to Dustin. He was all about Quidditch these days though. Cara supposed this year’s entrance ceremony was slightly more interesting because the triplets were all sorted into Hufflepuff together. Kinsey had followed herself and Diana into Ravenclaw the previous year, and Dustin was still left alone in Gryffindor. That was probably for the best. She was positive she wouldn’t be able to listen to him drone on and on about Quidditch moves all day. It got old.

Dinner ended, and off she went as usual back to the Ravenclaw common room, well ahead of the new first years. They would dawdle along on the way up. Poor prefects. She hadn’t made it too far before one of the younger students managed to bump into her. Spinning around, Cara was met with a tiny boy, blabbering away about being sorry. Didn’t exactly sound like he was. “Pay attention will you?” She half-snapped at him. Lack of awareness wasn’t an excuse. The more she looked at him, the more it dawned that he clearly had no idea where he was going. He was far too short to be anything but a first year. “And aren’t you supposed to be with the rest of the first years? The prefects are supposed to bring you up to the common room.”

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Cameron stumbled around the castle until he had found the Ravenclaw tower. He had said the password to get in and then stumbled into the common room. His twelve-year-old self pushed the glasses back onto his face after tumbling into the common room. It was just as magnificent as he remembered. He wondered if all the common rooms looked like this. Surely, they had catered each house’s common room a little different. It would be cool to see another house’s common room but then everyone would know where they all were. Kids could sneak into other rooms and it would be chaos. To many thoughts ran through Cameron’s mind and he just needed to shut it all off and go to sleep. He would write his parents tomorrow. When he had collided with the older student had mumbled that he was sorry. He sighed when she snapped at him. His eyes averted back to the floor. She then said that he should be with the other first years. He frowned. Did he still look like a first year? He admitted that he was shorter than some of the boys in his year. He just hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet. He looked up and said I am a second year thank you. His voice sounded much braver than he felt. Then he had a thought. What if this girl could tell him where Kinsey was and he could see her before he headed off to bed. Excuse me can you tell me where Kinsey Bainbridge is he asked her. He hoped that this girl knew of the girl he was asking about and would know her whereabouts.

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@cameron
September 2020

Merlin’s beard. Did it honestly matter if he was a first or second year? They were practically the same thing. Cara rolled her eyes at him. The apology meant nothing to her, because it didn’t actually sound like one. If he was really sorry, he wouldn’t have been so dismissive about the whole thing. Cara knew what an apology sounded like, because she always got them when she corrected people for being wrong. Especially from her siblings. They understood at least. “Same difference,” she chided back. She was in the right because she was older. It was as simple as that. “Maybe you should have been held back then, because you have the same glazed over look as a first year. And you’re barely taller than some of them.” Was that too harsh? Probably. She didn’t care. He had run into her and gave her a half-assed apology.

Could it get better? Cara didn’t think so. She expected the boy to run off to his dorm so she could be done with him. Make him move because she didn’t want to. But he didn’t instead he followed up with a really interesting question. About Kinsey. It wasn’t beyond the realm of disbelief that a second year boy would know her sister, who was currently a third year. The real question was why he wanted to see her now, of all times. Right before curfew. The entrance ceremony and train ride always meant a long day, and knowing Kinsey, she was probably already in bed. If the boy had wanted to talk to her, he should have down so either at dinner or on the train. She had half a mind not to tell him and walk away, just so he would ask her again. Playing around with him was more fun than giving him a straight answer. “Why do you want to know that?” Cara asked. She was going to make him work for this.

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His glasses kept falling off, so, naturally Cameron had to keep pushing them back on his face. He would have to fix it later as he had broken them on the train ride there. If his feet were on the ground he was clumsy as everything, when he was in the air though that was a different story. He frowned when she said same difference. He shook his head. No it’s not the same. That’s why the classes are different. How are you in Ravenclaw he said what he thought was in his head but was actually out loud. He frowned at her next statement. I do not look like them, and yes I may be a little shorter than most boys my age but I am not that short he said getting furious with this girl. Who the heck was she anyway? Cameron hadn’t been able to find Kinsey on the train, but that might been because some older kids had also shoved him into a compartment halfway through the train ride, and he had just stayed there not wanting to run into them again. Because she is my friend and I want to see her. Why else would I want to know he said sounding like that should have been obvious. He was starting to wonder if this girl should have been in a different house, though he knows the sorting hat doesn’t makes mistakes, but maybe he did with this girl.

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@cameron
September 2020

Trying not to laugh at this kid was hard. He looked goofy, was constantly pushing his glasses up, and thought that he could talk back to her. The first two were semi-excusable, but the third definitely wasn’t. That was one of the reasons why she was starting to get upset at the fact that he was a second year, and not a first year. This boy should have already known who she was if he was in his second year already. Cara always made sure that the younger students would know that. Know who she was. Sure, she didn’t stand a chance against some of the older Ravenclaws, and they could force their hand against her in a second if they wanted to, but she held some power over the ones below her. The fact that this one had eluded her for the past year was…interesting, to say the least. He made some useless comment about classes being different and then asked why she was even in Ravenclaw. All Cara could manage to do was roll her eyes and shake her head at him. This was such a waste of time. He continued though, and went on about his short stature. She needed to end this. Soon. Or else she was going to have a headache the rest of the evening from his incessant talking. “But you kind of are the same as first years. Classes are still easy, you’ve barely used magic for more than a year, and you’re all shorter than me.” Cara thought those were pretty good points to make.

That part of the conversation was basically her victory. The second year would be foolish to keep fighting it. There was no way he could win at this point. She had superior knowledge and was older than he was. The only reason she would ever think of letting him continue, would be to stroke her own ego and prove a point that he was no better than a first year. Thus far, he had done a pretty decent job of that on his own. The bit about Kinsey had her interest peaked though, and Cara was more interested in pursuing that right now anyways. The boy said her younger sister was his friend, and that he wanted to see her. Cara laughed. Loudly. Kinsey with friends? That was funny. Kinsey kept to herself because her silly little ability practically forced her too. She spent most of her time stuck to Diana like glue, and that was because she was afraid of wandering off on her own. Cara liked to think that her younger sister was scared of her own shadow, except for the fact that shadows didn’t have emotions that Kinsey could sense. “I think you’re lying,” Cara stated dryly. “I know Kinsey, and I’ve never seen you around her.” Giving up her ace card as her sister would be saved for later. That would blow the little boy’s mind.