Heir of Sallow

Will I ever make a sound?

Of course, she'd be called up first to have to face her boggart. And judging by the all too sweet smile on her face, it was because Snape was targeting her. But Charlie was prepared. As soon as the wardrobe opened, a bludger came flying out at her. She waved her wand, expressing the spell and it turned into a beach ball that was then smacked around by her classmates. Snape's smile had turned into a scowled her hand dismissing Charlie from the front of the line.

She went and took her seat near the back of the classroom. She noticed that Hawke was absent from class, but he'd just have to face his tomorrow. She watched the half of her classmates go through their fears. Spiders, Mongrels, someone was even scared of a thestral, but nothing out of the ordinary. She vaguely wondered what Hawke would be afraid of, then pushed it out of her mind. She needed to stop thinking about him so much. Aside from the kisses and the date, he'd acted as if she were a friend. There'd been no communication on his end on what he wanted, and she was starting to feel stupid for even thinking about him. Surely, if he'd wanted something, he would have said it by now, especially now that Fennic seemed to be stirring trouble.

She pulled her wand out of her pocket and twirled it between her fingers, lost in thought as the class continued.

This was why she didn't date. Too much confusion, too many feelings. And if they were supposed to be getting better at communicating, they were failing at this part. She needed to at least not kiss him again until there was some type of communication about their relationship, if it even was one. She shook her head to clear it when there was a bang behind her. She turned to see that Hawke had entered the room, slamming open the classroom door.

He was covered in mud and in his quidditch uniform. His eyes jumped to the front of the room, where Snape had just finished with the last student.

"Mr. Hawke, nice of you to finally join us. Did you want to get yours over with?"

What the hell? Giving him the choice?

Instead of answering, he walked to the front of the classroom, pulling out his wand.

Snape opened the wardrobe and a tall, slender man stepped out. He had greying brown hair and a goatee, and he was carrying a cane as he walked out. As soon as the boggart mans eyes locked on Hawke, he yanked the handle of the cane off to reveal a knife and started walking towards Hawke.

"You're nothing but a waste of space, another fucking mouth to feed!"

"Riddikulus," His voice had a slight tremor that made Charlie's heart clench.

The man's knife turned into a bouquet of flowers that squirted water in his face, causing him to sputter and cough.

Snape casted the boggart back into wardrobe before dismissing the class. "Hawke, my office so we can discuss your detention for being late." She said, turning on her heel. Charlie stared after them, as Hawke followed and cracked the door. She considered sneaking over to listen, but Snape already hated her, and she didn't want to push her luck.

So she stood outside the classroom door, waiting. And before too long, Grace appeared, her eyes roaming over Charlie up and down with an annoyed look on her face. This couldn't be normal behavior for one's sister.

"Are you waiting as well?" She asked, nose turned up.

"Er, yes, he's getting a detention for being late, but it looked like he had been at quidditch practice?" Charlie asked, glancing back into the classroom so see if they'd leave the professors office yet.

"Oh, Garlick probably making him run extra hard today since she's still pissed about the last game." Grace said, sending a pointed look at her.

Charlie scoffed. "She takes the game way too seriously then," she muttered.