𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 , marlene mckinnon

𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. End of the party

" sorrow rumors "

   In the early offset of November, it was Sirius's birthday and he invited anyone he could to his flat despite it being small for a large party. For it was at night to occur, he had a day job that requires catching up to on a daily basis with Charlotte who was tasked to accompany him on patrol. As she said, Charlotte didn't have much time to buy Sirius a present and only ended up buying a leather jacket she saw in a muggle store.

In the cold dawn, Sirius wore a heavy leather jacket and his wand in the inside pocket which he found ridiculous perfect. Not even a year's worth of album would suffice to what he received. He felt honored that Charlotte bought him a gift and did everything he could to make sure she knows that.

Now Charlotte kept pushing him away everytime he attempted to hug her or kiss her on the cheek.

"Eighteen isn't that bad, right?"

"It's not."

"Not that I'm scared of getting old and becoming like my dreadful old man, I'd look handsome old, right?"

Charlotte can't help but laugh at that part, shaking her head at the ridiculous assumption Sirius made. "I'm sure Aubrey would still love you when you're brittle, Black."

"Oh, we're back to Black aren't we?" Sirius gapes, offended as he turns to her in an unjust notion. "Here I thought we're becoming fast friends. And speaking of fast friends, don't think I haven't noticed how Marlene has become cozy with you nowadays."

"I hold no utter knowledge as to what you mean." Charlotte replies as a lie, smooth as everyday she's claimed to not tell the truth.

She's had this conversation last night with Fabian when they were in an Order meeting. It was ridiculous how she felt peer pressured when Gideon steps in as well, pushing her to spill the truth and details as to why Marlene kept glancing at her or pulling her away to talk.

When Charlotte and Sirius's term ended for the day, she excused herself after being called by Frank Longbottom and told Sirius to go on ahead to his own party before he becomes late. Afterall, he has a girlfriend to impress and possibly introduce to people like he promised Aubrey that he's going to.

"It's bad, Charlotte." Frank says afterwards, seeing the young girl seem to process into her own dreadful thoughts of occurrences and dwell. It made her head shrink but not in a way that lessened her knowledge. Just in a way that hurt her. "People's believing it and only a few are claiming you as a rumor."

In the Ministry at exactly twelve at noon earlier this day, someone had spread unconventional truth that Lord Voldemort bore a child and its gender was unknown. Nobody knew if the child has grown up or still young, but they all agreed that a descendant like Voldemort's, the child had to be evil and following their father's footsteps diligently like a pawn or ruthless follower.

An old Prophecy resurfaced into the public about a child becoming a great power to either destroy the worlds or save it from grave danger. Wizards practically ignored the first possible portion of the Prophecy and instead leans on the worst case scenario. They didn't know Charlotte who is willing to give up her life just to bring Voldemort down with her.

They knew nothing of Charlotte's childhood and they'd judged someone they don't know way too fast.

"And? Nobody has proof, they don't even know my name, Frank." Charlotte says spitefully, angry and agitated by the people she was willing to protect against her own bloody father.