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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 25, 2009 11:05:50 GMT -5
Well, that was certainly a good way to get off of the topic of her works of writing, but definitely a long ways off from what she had planned on doing that afternoon. Charlotte had just wanted to get her potions book and go and read it in peace, int the back corner of the library that was customarily "hers." Not many people liked that part, it was the oldest area, an certainly the dustiest. Most of the books were bound in leather, their pages made from yellowing parchment, the kind that felt it would crumble to nothing if you so much as touched it. But there was a comfortable armchair and a lamp in that corner, it was a perfect place for Charlotte to read and not be disturbed.
Not sure about how to respond if she wanted to sneak into the kitchens with Charles or not, she thought on the passage that she had read in Hogwarts, a History. It had said something about the kitchens being on the opposite side of a portrait of a bowl of fruit down the same corridor to the Hufflepuff dormitories. It had said that if you tickled the pear that it would giggle and turn into door handle, which you would pull on to get inside. But what the book didn't say was if going into the kitchens was against school rules. Charlotte felt adventurous today, for whatever reason. This was strange for her, almost frightening, but exciting. "Erm, all right then," said Charlotte. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 25, 2009 11:19:19 GMT -5
"You know you don't have to if you don't want to. " He watched her, wanting to see where her eyes would move and how her body might move. BOdy language could tell you a lot about a person. He moved his eyes to another location of the library, then picked up his book. HE had definately not expected her to go along with him. She seemed laid back, liking more time to herself. He waited listening to her words. After which he turned and moved towards the library doors. MOving out the doors and into the corridor, Charles stopped for a moment. His head seemed to be distracted, but he wasn't sure about what. To him his mind was blank, but that didn't stop the heavy feeling of something on his mind. HE ignored the feeling and continued to walk.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 25, 2009 14:33:54 GMT -5
Charlotte was ready for an adventure, something out of the ordinary. She had chickened out of too many of these things before. She was going to have a good time with Charles, she repeatedly told herself this in her head. Perhaps she might actually have a friend here. Charlotte picked her bag off of the floor and slung it over her shoulder as she stood up. Charles was a nice guy, she would like to spend some more time with him, get to know him better. Going to the kitchens sounded like the most thrilling thing that she had done in... Well... A very long time. She supposed if she were Elizabeth she might not be so thrilled about the idea, but as it was, she was Charlotte.
"Of course I want to go," said Charlotte, the sudden confidence in her voice surprising herself. She had never really been so sure of anything before, except maybe when she had wanted to drop Divination because it was a woolly subject that just involved a misty demeanor and a load of lucky guesswork. Charlotte slowed her stride, she walked quickly through the halls, to avoid teasing Slytherins, or teasing people of any other house for that matter. She was with somebody now, so perhaps they would just let her alone now. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 25, 2009 20:05:27 GMT -5
He smiled towards her as she agreed to go once more. He continued to walk with her, not saying anything. His eyes moved from her to the entrance to the kitchen. "Would you like to do the honors, or shall I?" He asked because she obviously hadn't done this before and he had on many occasions. He waited for her reply. His eyes looked down to the book in his right arm. Hidden in it's pages was an old picture. IN that picture there was a guy names James, looked like the guy in the trophy case. Potter's father, maybe? After all the name Potter was written on the back of the photo. Maybe he should give it bto Harry, though there was another guy in the picture that held close resemblances to himself. Maybe he should just give it to someone that was close to POtter to give to him.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 25, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -5
"If I could," Charlotte said quietly. She had always wanted to go into the kitchens, and now she was finally going. Well, that way if they got in trouble for it, she wouldn't be caught alone. That would ultimately not be a good thing, and would only make her parents and everybody else like Elizabeth even more. And that was not an appealing thought. The walk down had been enjoyable, nobody teasing her, because she was with Charles. They didn't have to talk to one another, it was like everything had been said in the silence. Charlotte felt the beginnings of a good friendship. That was always welcome into her life, she needed somebody to talk to.
Charlotte reached out slowly and touched the green pear in the portrait of the bowl of fruit. She gently moved her forefinger up and down its surface, figuring that was how it was done. The pear began to chuckle, it squirmed and vibrated until it transformed into a green door handle. Charlotte grasped the handle and pulled, the portrait swung out like a door, revealing an elaborate interior of a kitchen, everything smaller in size for... House elves. Charlotte had known Hogwarts kept them, but she had never seen one before. They were funny little creatures. "Can I gets you anything sir and miss?" one squeaked. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 26, 2009 19:19:45 GMT -5
HE smiled. "Hey kru.." He stated towards teh house elf that had talked to them. After all this wasn't the first time he had been in the kitchen. "I'll do it, no need.. take a break, relax.." HE stated towards teh house elves. He then looked towards the girl next to him. "What would you like?" He moved to the refrigerator. Opening it, his eyes wandered for good left overs. Taking out a pitcher of lemonade and a plate of lasagna, he placed them on the counter near the refrigerator and then looked towards Charlotte with a warm smile waiting.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 26, 2009 22:25:58 GMT -5
Charlotte had never really been asked what she wanted, she usually just went along with what everybody else wanted. But somehow, it felt good to know that somebody cared about her and her wants, not just about themselves. Perhaps Charlotte had been wrong about her opinions of society on a whole. There just might be more people like Charles out there, genuinely caring and unselfish.
"Just a glass of lemonade," said Charlotte, no longer tripping over her tongue in her words. "If you please." It felt good to be able to talk freely with somebody, Charlotte had not had that feeling in a long time. Charles was a good guy, and for once, Charlotte felt somewhat comfortable around someone. He just seemed to have a calming presence. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 28, 2009 15:28:47 GMT -5
He smiled warmly towards the ravenclaw. "Lemonade coming right up " He took out two glasses and poured the lemonade. "Kreu can you warm this up for me.." He wasn't sure how they warmed things. Handing the lemonade to Charlotte he then picked up his own glass. Taking a sip, his eyes moved from the lasagna in the house elf's hands as he brought it elsewhere to warm it to Charlotte. Taking another sip, he went over things he could bring up in conversation. Charlotte seemed like a n interesting girl. For the first time, he didn't know how to start a conversation. Usually he would just straight out flirt, or just talk naturally with the boys. BUt he had never met a girl that he actually wanted to gain as a close friend.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 28, 2009 18:08:44 GMT -5
"Thank you," Charlotte said as Charles handed her a glass of lemonade. She took a small sip of it, the liquid felt cold going all the way down her throat. It was sweet, but still a little tart at the same time, after all, it was lemonade. The house elves really knew their way around the kitchen. They put her mother's cooking to shame, and even that in itself was above average. Charlotte placed her glass on a nearby counter, feeling a bit strange as she had to reach down to set it there. She smiled a little bit, Charlotte then knew that there was something different about Charles, she typically didn't smile a whole lot, only around certain people.
She never really knew how to start a conversation, and now was no exception. But she didn't really feel terribly awkward, probably because there was just so much to look at in the kitchens. House elves in their uniforms (white tea towels with the Hogwarts crest stamped on the front in black) scurried about with preparations and cleaning up after supper. Some of them left through elf-sized doors along the walls,while others came in. While there was constant movement, it went smoothly, Charlotte found herself fairly impressed with it. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 29, 2009 23:28:35 GMT -5
He smiled watching the girl take the drink. Taking a sip of his lemonade. The house elf Kreu brought out hte now heated lasagna and two forks and placed it on a table in the corner. "come on.." He said softly as he walked towards the table and took his seat. He took oneo f the forks and took a bite of the lasagna. "thank you Kreu" He smiled towards the house elf , who gave a sort of smile back and left the room. As he leaned forward to take another bite, his "head' badge had poked him. It was hidden in the pocket hidden behind his house logo. "ouch.." He winced as he took his hand and took the badge out of his pocket. Part of the pin had blood on it. "Pricked myself.." He whiped the end of the pin off on his cloak and then placed it back in his pocket. "Help yourself.. if you decide you are hungry"
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 29, 2009 23:49:40 GMT -5
Although Charlotte didn't see the wound the the badge had made, she did feel instantly a little woozy when she saw the small bit of blood on the end of the pin. It made her stomach uneasy, she had never handled wounds very well, not even her own. Charlotte would get dizzy and had a tendency to faint. Thankfully, sh held strong this time, there was no need in embarrassing herself over something as trivial as a tiny little prick. Se took a sip of lemonade. The kitchens were fantastic, she saw herself coming here frequently, just to observe how well they ran things. "Oh, I'm not hungry," said Charlotte. "Thank you for offering." She never had much of an appetite before. She just wasn't that big into eating, she ate enough, but never anything extra. Food was for surviving off of, not being a luxury item. Charlotte ran her finger up her glass, making a slippery trail through the condensation on the surface. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 31, 2009 12:30:53 GMT -5
"If you do change your mind, help yourself." He gave a warm smile and took another bite of the lasagna. It was amazing, just what he was craving. He took a few more bites, and a couple of sips from his lemonade. "So, tell me Charlotte.. if you weren't here right now what would you be doing?" He was interested in getting to know the girl, which was a first for Charles. His eyes watched her, but not intensly. Looking back down to the plate as he took his fork to the lasagna. "This has to be the best lasagna I've ever had" He smirked as he took another bite. It was hard to try and not eat it so fast, it was just that good.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 31, 2009 16:10:13 GMT -5
Charlotte tore her eyes away from the incessant movement of the kitchens when Charles began to speak. She kept eye contact, which was rare for her, as she would normally find herself staring at the ground or her shoes while somebody was talking, and give them an indirect answer. Charlotte felt comfortable around Charles, he should be honoured. Well, not exactly, but he was one of the very few people whom Charlotte felt that liked her for who she was. "I'd probably still be in the library, trying to find nothing in particular." said Charlotte, then took a sip of lemonade. |
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Post by Charles D Height on Jul 31, 2009 16:23:31 GMT -5
" Is that some sort of riddle.. Nothing in Particular.." He commented watching her, before loking bacxk to his plate, to make sure the food got onto his fork. Taking a bite of the lasagna, it still tasted as good as the first bite. He smiled warmly , after swallowing , he took another sip of his drink before talking once more. "I mean unless there is actually a book names "Nothing in Particular" then how would you know what you were looking for.. I mean you said you would be looking, so it wouldn't be like browsing." He was very observant, more so than he gave himself credit for. He smiled once more, taking a small sip of lemonade, which was almost empty.
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Post by Charlotte Winthrop on Jul 31, 2009 17:29:41 GMT -5
"Not a riddle, really," said Charlotte, taking a sip of lemonade. "Just looking to expand my knowledge of potion-making, while not looking for a particular book." Charles was a smart one. She liked that trait in a person. She could see them having a good relationship in the future. More like a close friends kind of thing. That was all that Charlotte really wanted anyways, a friend. The idea of it was thrilling. She didn't need a lavish social life like Elizabeth did, just a friend. She placed her glass back on the table, being sure to place it in exactly the same spot as she did last time. If anything annoyed her, it was multiple cup rings on a table, it just made it seem so cluttered... |
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