In which Charlie Weasley takes notice in Hope Black.
Or
The one where Hope Black is desperately trying to not fall apart.
Book 4 in Phase 3
Book 2 for Aeternum- Remus Lupin
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{September 1993} Fifth Year
"Where the bloody hell are my gloves!" Hope yelled as she threw her belongings around her dorm. After a couple of attempts to calm Hope down and to help her, eventually Angelina just gave up and told her she would meet her at the pitch before scurrying off with the two other girls while the girl continued to panic and destroy her room.
The entire time, Charlie Weasley smirked as he listened to her frustration and starred down at the gloves he held in his hands. He had been waiting for this exact moment. The moment he could throw it in her face, but after the events from last night, he didn't necessarily want to start something. He couldn't because he had decided he needed her...But, he was still going to keep her gloves. He didn't care that they were a size too small or that the right glove has her name stitched in a golden thread. They would eventually stretch, and he is going to wear them proudly. It's the least she could do after dislocating his shoulder and for not thanking him for getting her detention lifted.
Charlie had found them the day he was released from the hospital wing. He had gathered his belongings from the bin that sat under the bed when he noticed them. He had planned to give them to her. He really did. But part of him needed them after he made himself look stupid that day in Diagon Alley when he bought the wrong gloves, and again he just couldn't help himself.
"This can't be happening." Hope muttered to her self as she came down the stairs from the girls dorms. "Weasley. Please tell me you have spare set of gloves I can borrow."
"I'm afraid not." He replied trying hard not to smile.
She sighed. "I guess a few calluses won't hurt."
"Are you sure about that?" Charlie frowned in concern starring down at her hands. Even he knew she would regret that later on.
"Don't act like you care." She muttered before walking out with her broomstick in hand. She was pretty annoyed because she was now going to morning practice a bit late. Well, for her at least. She usually showed up an hour earlier than the rest of the team.
"I'm not acting, Hope." He pulled her back by the shoulder. "Call me whatever you want but a liar. I do care, and that's the problem."
After that, Hope didn't say anything. She just turned and headed out the common room.
"Hold on. Let me walk with with you." Charlie quickly ran trying to reach the girl. She hummed amused by this, but still she attempted to ignore him, but it was the way that he was smiling that made her question him.
"What exactly do you want from me Weasley?" She stopped and turned to face him. "I spent all night thinking about it and-"
"You were thinking about me?" His eyes widened with glee.
"I was thinking about every little possible thing you could be planning to get me back."
These words made Charlie's smile disappear. "Do you really think that low of me?"
