For an entire week, Cassius pretended nothing was wrong.
He attended classes.
He ate meals.
He took Cho's practice duels (and yes, she tried relentlessly to make her prophecy come true).
He dodged Hermione's interrogation attempts.
He tolerated Ginny's requests for follow-up prediction updates.
He endured Luna leaving him cryptic notes on scraps of parchment about "fate webs" and "alignment strings."
And he survived every Draconis girl trying to use him as their personal prophecy vending machine.
A normal, chaotic Hogwarts week.
But beneath all of it?
He was thinking.
Thinking about his vision.
The desk.
The owl.
His mother's anxious expression.
Dumbledore's irritation.
And his own stupid, smug grin.
It hadn't made sense at first.
The Inner Eye was awake, yes, but hardly refined—it threw images at him in no particular order, with no sense of time.
But today—walking into breakfast—Cassius finally remembered.
He stopped dead in the corridor.
Hermione, walking beside him, nearly collided with his back.
"What now?" she snapped. "Another vision?"
"No," Cassius murmured. "Worse."
He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
"I remembered something I said when I was just a kid."
Hermione blinked. "That… could mean anything."
"Oh, it does," Cassius said cheerfully. "It means Hogwarts is absolutely not ready for what I'm about to do."
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose.
Daphne, who had joined them, groaned.
Luna, drifting along in her own little orbit, beamed.
"Oh good," Luna said dreamily. "The stars were getting bored."
~
When he was young Cassius had reviewed the material for the muggle studies course, enough such that he could actually go in and take his O.W.L exam early as a means of gaining emancipation within the wizarding world.
Cassius had read them cover-to-cover.
And among them, he found something so baffling, so hilariously wrong, that he had once vowed—vowed—that the moment he got the chance, he would expose it, correcting this corrupted course until it served it's true purpose, and in doing so advanced his own agenda whilst at it.
~
Muggle Studies.
Surprisingly a class taught by a muggle-born.
Lily Evans nee Potter, who for her entire childhood lived in the Muggle world when not attending Hogwarts.
A class supposedly meant to help wizard children understand the non-magical world, teaching them about the muggles, giving them knowledge enough to be capable of blending in, living harmoniously with, and possibly even seeing friendship or love outside the limited wizarding circles themselves.
Except…
Every single thing in the book was wrong.
Not slightly wrong.
Catastrophically wrong.
Like someone describing the muggle world after hearing about it second-hand from a wizard who once peeked at a muggle through a telescope but forgot to take the lens cap off.
Cassius remembered staring at a one section trying to describe electricity, not the concept or the natural force but just general electrical use within the muggle world.
And it was shocking, like watching a muggle explaining real magic but in reverse.
He had nearly died laughing.
The wizarding community had clearly take the who Statuete of secrecy thing a little bit to far, now they were even keeping muggles themselves secret from their very own people.
Worse still, nothing within the texts warned properly about the dangers about mordern muggles.
Perhaps things would change in the future when Mrs. Charity Burbage took up the post, before her demise at the hands of Voldemort during his second rise.
If you were to ask or even show a wizard a modern day gun, they would simply scoff that the device was a mere toy.
Except... when tested, when his teacher Grindelwald had absconded from his exile ever so briefly and stolen a modern gun to test Cassius's theories about muggles might vs Magical prowess.
The basic Protego spell was shattered by nothing more than a handgun.
And thats assuming that a wizard even had their defences up to begin with.
Spells flew much slower than bullets did, afterall spells could be dodged, but bullets... yeah maybe if you were lucky and already in motion!
But now?
Cassius was thirteen.
A Hogwarts student.
With a reputation.
With leverage.
With a newly awakened prophetic skill that made everyone—from students to professors—hesitate around him.
The vision made sense now.
The desk: his.His owl: delivering statements.Lily Evans: muggle-born, about to pop a blood vessel.And Dumbledore: forced to address yet another "Cassius incident."
Yes.
It was time.
Time to expose the joke of a class.
Time to point out, loudly, that the Muggle Studies professor—herself a muggle-born—had been teaching absolute fiction for years.
Time to educate the entire school on how wizards had been lied to.
And most importantly…
Time to stir the pot.
~
Cassius strolled into Muggle Studies with the relaxed swagger of a man preparing arson, he only participated in class when he knew there would be a test, and thanks to time turners he always knew when he needed to attend class.
The classroom was quaint.
Old posters of buses (labeled incorrectly).
Pictures of telephones ("muggle voice storage boxes").
And a chalkboard with today's topic:
THE COMPLEX AND DANGEROUS MUGGLE ART OF "TOASTING"
Cassius bit his lip.
Hard.
Daphne, sitting beside him, eyed him suspiciously. "Whatever you're planning, don't."
"Don't worry it wont be 'me' who does something."
Since his girls, were magically bound to him, Cassius had decided this year to reveal himself to them... no not in that way you pervert ;) he revealed who he really was, At least as far as being the mastermind behind Arcana, which all of them took surprisingly well upon hearing the news which made sense he had access to Arcana research, and product even those not even on the market yet.
His attendance today was to bear witness to the greatest play seen in the school since Lockheart himself was forcibly removed from the school by Aurors and remanded into custody pending his transfer to Azkaban.
The reason?
Well just the other day, Cassius under the guise of his Magical Psuedonym Arcana had sent more than a few letters detailing the apalling state of affairs at hogwarts.
At first the visionary stated he'd not made a move since the professor in question was fairly new to the role, seeing as how it previously was held by Quirrell before his leave of absence and return as DADA professor.
But enough was enough, years had passed and the content was only getting more and more abstract not corrected.
The letter actively critizied the muggle-born witch Lily Evans for upholding such an immoral standard and poisoning the minds of 'our' youth.
At the same time dozens of letters arrived to members of the Arcanum who began to rally and protest to the ministry Department of Magical Education.
Beset by this surge of negative public opinion Minister for Magic Fudge had no choice but to react, and react quickly.
Within twenty-four hours of the letters having gone out, while Cassius as the other third years were sitting in class learning about the dangerous weapon of sadistic muggles... the toaster.
The classroom door was opened without warning and in strolled a wizard wearing a full suit, accompanied by a pair of wizards sporting robes but looking more like mafia bodyguards.
"Professor Evans, we need a word with you- Now."