My friend Kitkatlover7 and I are considering writing a HP/MR crossover, with next generation characters. This is a little one-shot of things that Cass, Scorpius Malfoy's best friend is no longer allowed to do. Enjoy! Review if you would like the full story to begin the long journey to publication and completion on this website!

Things Cassia Lajanesse is no longer allowed to do at Hogwarts.

I am no longer allowed to scream 'DON'T DENY IT, ITS YOUR BABY, BITCH!' At Albus Potter in a public place.

I am no longer allowed to tell first years the centaurs give out pony rides when you ask. The hospital bills are beyond my income.

I am no longer allowed to casually inform Scorpius that Rose is in a broom closet with James just to see his reaction.

I am no longer allowed to doodle on the Marauders Map and give it back to the Potters if I value my life. Which I obviously do not.

I am no longer allowed to get Scorp and the Gryffindor Group drunk and convince them to play strip quidditch, as it lands them in the hospital wing and me in jail for indecent exposure.

I am no longer allowed to ask Filch how his Kwikspell course is coming.

I am no longer allowed to set Angels talking dog on Mrs. Norris/ Professor McGonagall.

I am no longer allowed to shove Al of the astronomy tower. Stupid overprotective family/flock- the kid can fly!

I am no longer allowed to shove Hugo and Nudge in broom closets, as their siblings dislike it. (Even though they don't mind!)

I am no longer allowed to tell first years Filch is just an old softy and needs a hug. Again with the hospital bills.

I am no longer allowed to tell Max that magic is all a figment of her imagination and Hogwarts is really a mental hospital.

I am no longer allowed to bewitch the sorting hat to place students in the house of Lajanesse.

I am no longer allowed to walk around in a black hooded cloak as this scares the first years and supports the 'Slytherins are evil' theory.

I am no longer allowed to help Max fill out applications to ship James and Albus off to military school.

I am no longer allowed to send Ari sparkly dog leashes for Christmas. Apparently, it is not tactful.

I am no longer allowed to tell Gryffindor first years their prefect was named after Hagrid's old dog. For some reason, this is rude.

I am no longer allowed to give Scorp gardening books when he wants relationship advice. Rose is not a literal rose.

I am no longer allowed to try and convince the house elves to serve the Gryffindor table awful food. To many bird-kids that require extra calories…

I am no longer allowed to shove Max and James in broom closets, as there is no unrequited sexual tension between them. And Max and Fang are dating.

I am no longer allowed to claim to be Salazar Slytherin reincarnated, as it scared the first years. Wimps. And Scorp does a better job than me, anyway.