What happens if the future queen of england, was a witch
✰"Her and Malfoy have been fighting for top of the class since they were 11 years old, strangely enough they havent actually had one propper conversation in the whole five years theyve known e...
"Fancy seeing you here. I heard you had detention tonight, no?"
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The atmosphere in the room was nothing but cold, dark and glumey, no matter how many candels were lit, or how much the curtains were uncovering the sun outside; slowly lowering as day turned to night.
A soft yawn left Charlottes lips as she began to walk over to the broom in the corner of the room, not the kind of broom a young wizard would sore around in the sky on, but the type of broom you get given to clean the mess of a potion gone wrong as punishment for being up after hours.
She brushed her fingers delicateley over the wooden part of the broom before examining her hands, seeing a line of dust left behind on her pail skin. The broom probably hadnt been used often as they had spells to clean for them; a broom had no use really in the wizarding world.
"Its your fault were in here, you know" Malfoy spat as he walked up behind her, keeping his hands in the pockets of his neat ironed trousers, his cloak off and messly sprawled onto one of the chairs near the door.
Charlotte scoffed at the boys statement, shaking her head lightly "still on this, are we Malfoy?" she turned around with her arms folded over eachother. "Look, it doesnt matter whos fault it was-" she began but soon got cut off by Malfoy "-it was you" he mumbled, trying to make his point clear that the blame was on her and not him.
Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows as she let out a small huff, looking at Draco in disbeleif "-as i was saying.., it doesnt matter whos to blame, were both here now arent we? and we cant clean this unless we both contribute".
She reached out her arm handing the old broom to Malfoy, a look of discust and displease on his face. He scrunched up his nose and squinted his eyes dramaticicing how he felt about having to actually clean, but eventually siliently aggreed taking the broom from Charlotte, accidently brushing off her hand. Charlotte hadnt noticed the slight touch, but Draco had.
The blondes face had discernabley grew a light shade of pink as he looked at her.
"Hello? earth to Draco" Charlotte waved her hand infront of his face. "Were going to be here all night if we dont get this mess cleaned up"
"Stop that!" Malfoy pushed away the girls hand, away from his face. "ill get it cleaned now" he seethed, turning around to walk towards the large mess on one of the old wooden desks.
"Probably Longbottom's doing" Draco scoffed as he examened the mess. "Oh? and how can you tell" Charlotte crossed her arms once again, a mocking look planted on her usualy kind face.
