Adopted by Emma Watson.

t w e n t y - f o u r

As of like a day ago I finished Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone, I mean it was alright, I feel like most of the first books in a series are bad, because you have to get through that main important storyline. The moment that defines it all, the start, and what the rest of the series has in store. The first book really makes or breaks an authors' series. If you don't like the first book you may give the second book a chance but it's minimal. 

All and all the first book was enough to make me want to read the rest. It got me thinking though, I could write series books, it's a good market. I never understood those who just dropped one book as if it was enough. There are some authors that just make you want to read all of their books even if half of them aren't even in the realm of that first one. 

Or maybe that's just me. I mean like I could read one thing I like by a certain author and end up reading stuff I'd never dreamt of reading before, I am just weird like that I guess. Emma had that told you so look on her face when I told her I actually liked the book. 

My book is coming along rather nicely if I do say so myself, which I do. I haven't let anyone read what I have so far, it's like, top secret. I also hate judgement and I know there is plenty of that in the world; like not letting your adopted daughter get stranded on an island; though she did have a full make-out session with me. We don't talk about that though. 

Schools been back in for at least two weeks now, and it's alright. There are those threatening finals we have to be on the look out for, but seeing as I past my mid-terms I feel like I am in the clear. I wasn't going to go full Hermione Granger on anyone, or myself for that matter. But I also didn't want to end up like Ronald Weasley, so maybe a smudge of Hermione Granger wouldn't hurt me. 

Seriously though everyone was crying over these finals, that aren't even close yet, they are all the way in May, and it's the end of January so I am starting to think people don't have a well rounded concept of time. But I don't make the rules, nor do I enforce them. 

Seeing as Emma hasn't been riding my ass on studying- which I assume will happen maybe mid March, early April- I think I am fine with the light studying I do now. Seeing Olivia studying like Hermione Granger did kind of worry me, she never studies for anything, so maybe I should be scared? I don't know. 

We were in the library studying- not the on at school- and some dude came up and started hitting on us both, it was a sight alright. Trying to woo us with his 'Rich Daddy' talk. We didn't care, he must've taken us for morons because he didn't believe we might have had more money than him, not that I'd ever brag. Flexing your money to woo a girl has to be the most desperate attempt to land her, just saying. 

Either way he wouldn't take the hint that we were interested; it's funny how guys always complain about never having a girlfriend, and then they pull this shit. Just be funny, cheesy even, that runs a girl right over, not that I'd know, I didn't particular have an eye for boys. 

Whatever we ended up leaving the library and he still hadn't got the hint, and I wasn't in the mood to drive so I called Emma to come get us, he still wasn't gone by the time she had arrived. Then something I figured was going to happen; he kissed Olivia. So I kindly, put my fist into his nose, and maybe I broke, maybe I didn't, we can't be too sure. Then get this homie g tried to dome me, he failed though, he managed to miss and he was up against the wall in seconds. 

Did Emma watch this whole interaction, yes, yes she did. Did I get punched in the face, of course I did, which cased Emma to step out of the car and come to my recuse, that I didn't need. He was off running in seconds, I promise you. Olivia was just dying at this point, of laughter. She got into the car, and Emma stayed looking at me. 

"You're bleeding Charlie," she voiced. She brought her thumb right under my eye wiping away at- what I am assuming was- the blood. "As much as it fills with me joy to see you stand up for your friends, I don't like when you get hit," she mumbled. 

"If it makes you feel better you should see the other guy," I joked. She wrapped her arms around me, I could feel her body shaking. And I knew that it could've been worse, he could've had a knife or something, but I still did it anyways. 

"Can you two get in the car? Ruelle is waiting for us," Olivia groaned, and mumbled something I neither of us could hear. And with that off we went.