Enjoying the compartment to herself, Cassieopeia stared out the window, watching as the scenery alternated between crop fields, pastures, and thick forests. Every bit of it was gorgeous. She loved the train ride to Hogwarts so far. It was such a change of pace for her. She and her family lived in a manor, as was befitting of pureblood's of their status. Fifteen minutes of walking was her just leaving the Malfoy land. After that, it took hours to reach civilization. It seemed, that, once she boarded the train, Cassieopeia made the transition from rich, socialite pureblood into a normal Hogwarts student, albeit a Malfoy. Every passing tree or field, or bush, Cassiopeia felt herself getting farther from home and closer to herself, and the ideas she kept hidden inside, not wanting her father to deny them and force her to be their ideal child: marrying well, being a stay-at-home-parent, hosting parties, tea events, making connections to help her husband with his work. She didn't want any of that, even if she knew her father just wanted the best for her.<br/><br/>As much as she fought against her father’s ideas and wants for her, Cassiopeia’s upbringing had rubbed off on her. She tended to avoid most of the muggleborns, though it was more out of habit than anything. Still, she wasn't a Malfoy in name only. She tended to be as calculating as the next pureblood, twisting things to her own satisfaction. Where her father was concerned, though, she couldn't twist anything. They'd taught her all they knew, after all, and she hadn't yet surpassed them. She could keep from being pulled into schemes when she was involved, but she wasn't able to pull them into hers. Cassiopeia knew she'd have to improve to the point where she could turn her father’s words against him successfully, or she'd never see her dream of becoming a Cursebreaker. She didn't want to become some docile pureblood's wife who never did anything for herself, and had house elves to do everything for her. She wanted to get out and discover everything for herself, work for her title, rather than just earning it. Draco Malfoy had other ideas, clearly.<br/><br/>Cassiopeia may have been a snobby pureblood elitest, and may have acted like it most of the time, but she had her own dreams of working and doing the job she wanted so badly, even if no one but Professor Snape knew about it.<br/><br/>A teen stepped into the compartment rather quickly, shutting the compartment door a bit loudly. “Hello, I’m Melody, Melody Scamander.” Cassiopeia watched the girl’s mouth move, seeing the words form but not actually hearing anything. She was too surprised that someone was actually talking to her, and either didn’t recognize her or didn’t care.<br/><br/>She scoffed, opening her mouth to respond without looking away from the window. The girl hadn't even waited for her answer before closing the door and sitting down, and that irritated her to no end. "What is the point in asking if you're not planning on waiting for me t-" Cassiopeia had turned to glare at the presumptious teen, and caught sight of her for the first time.<br/><br/>Holy... She is the most attractive thing I think I've ever seen. The realization hit Cassiopeia, and she brushed her hand down her braid. She'd never seen the attractive girl before, nor did she look particularly recognizable.<br/><br/>She gave the girl a small smile, narrowing her eyes just slightly, peering up at her through her lashes, though almost meeting her eyes directly. "Of course you can sit here." She murmured. "I don’t believe we’ve met yet. I’m sure I’d remember a beautiful girl like you. I’m Cassiopeia, Cassiopeia Malfoy. It’s a. . . pleasure to meet you.” Cassiopeia allowed herself an inward smirk. This could be an interesting game, if played right. She'd decided to be rather direct in her desires for the attractive teen, at least, direct for anyone bound to be in Slytherin as she was. If the girl was scared off by her advance, well, it would be no difference in how everyone else treated her. “Of course, your wolf is most welcome as well, so long as he isn’t spooked by snakes,” she continued blithely, as if she wasn’t plotting acceptable ways to have the door locked and her way with the brunette sitting across from her.<br/>