...in which one mischief maker falls for another mischief maker.
or, in which charlotte black falls for fred weasley and vice versa.
[ poa - dh ]
[ golden trio era ]
[ sirius black's daughter ]
disclaimer: sirius would not have suffered twelve years in azkaban if i owned harry potter.
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| FLIRTS AND TALKS| song: funeral by pheobe bridgers
THE FIRST TWO WEEKS went down oddly quiet. The only differences that could be noticed were the days getting shorter and the nights colder, classes had begun and everyone's hair was back to normal, despite George's protest to make the change permanent.
Charlotte had been walking to her first Defense against the Dark Arts class this semester when one of the twins popped up next to her.
"Let me guess!" The dark-haired witch raised her finger, narrowing and scanning her eyes over the redhead, trying to figure out which of the twins it was.
"Fred!" Charlotte went with it, but in reality, it wasn't that hard to tell. George always had that look of mischief when he looked at her, but Fred had something else, something she couldn't put a finger on.
"How on earth could you tell?" Fred burst out, he looked both surprised and creeped out. "My own mother can't do that," he mumbled along, making the Ravenclaw next to him chuckle.
"You're just much more handsome than your brother." Charlotte joked, getting out a laugh that Fred did not return, instead, he glanced over at the witch next to him, beaming.
"What?" Charlotte chuckled, not being able to tell what the redhead was saying with that smile.
"You think I'm handsome, Lottie?" Fred masked his grin with puppy eyes, nearing closer to the girl, flashing his eyes at her rapidly.
"Oh, piss off." Charlotte playfully shoved him, giggling as they both entered the classroom.
Everyone turned to look at them, but they didn't seem to notice all of the other people in the room, too focused on each other.
"Ms. Black, Mr. Weasley, how lovely of you to grace us with your presence." Remus, Professor Lupin, cleared his throat, snapping the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw out of their laughter.
Charlotte's eyes met her godfather, she could see the way he was shooting daggers at the two of them, but mostly at Fred, and wondered why.
Quickly, the girl gave her godfather a wink and parted from the twin, taking a seat next to a Ravenclaw girl named Augustine Lee, who shifted a little further away from her.
Remus's eyes lingered on his goddaughter for a second before he resumed teaching the class, today they were learning the shield charm.
"Can anyone tell me the incantation of the shield charm?" Professor Lupin raised a question and multiple hands shot up, however, Remus seemed to ignore them.
"Mr. Weasley, Fred." he nodded his head in the direction of the twins.
Fred shifted uncomfortably, he knew he should have known this, but last year all Lockhart had gone on about was his adventures and nothing more.
"Protego." Charlotte's voice rang through the classroom and Fred turned to look at her, flashing a grateful smile for the save.
"That is correct, Charlotte." Remus nodded his head and went on to explain the origin of the spell.
Charlotte wrote everything down, her eyes focused on the parchment in front of her, however, someone else eyes were focused on her, that someone being a certain redhead.
She had called him handsome today.
———
Classes had passed quickly, something that Charlotte was thankful for.
It was past dinnertime and she had been stuck in the library for what felt like a century. Who could have known that OWLs year would be this stressful?
Charlotte was sure she was making much too big of a deal out of it, but she had her system that she followed.
At each start of term, she rounded all the teachers and asked to give her all of the homework for the whole term, that way she could get it done with and not worry about it.
Every year it had worked until now. She was drowning in both homework and OWLs studies.
"Oh, if only your father could see you now." a voice behind her chuckled, sitting down next to her and dropping a plate of fruit in front of her. "He would drop dead."
Charlotte knew how hurtful it was for Remus to talk about Sirius Black, that's why Charlotte never bothered to ask much. It was rarely when he mentioned him or anything from his past.
The young girl knew it was wrong, but she always tried not to think badly of her father. She knew he was a mass murderer, but every memory she had with him was a happy one and she did not want to disrupt that.
"He most likely had a fit when he heard that I was sorted into Ravenclaw." Charlotte stuffed a laugh, making her godfather do the same. She liked to think that Sirius knew about her life, even just a little bit.
"Listen, Charlie." Remus started, taking away the book and notebook in front of her and pushing the plate of food closer. "I do not want you to exhaust yourself much this year." His eyes lingered on her in a fatherly sort of way.
"Don't worry, Moony, I do this all the time." Charlotte picked up a grape and dropped it in her mouth.
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to prove yourself to someone." Remus placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, turning her slightly so she was looking at him. "You are not a bad person, you are a very good person, who has had bad things happen to you." Charlotte shook a little.
Her head dropped and she was looking at the floor right now, not being able to meet Remus's eyes.
"I feel so disconnected from the rest of them, it's like I'm shouting at everyone but all they can hear are muffled screams, it's frustrating!" the witch's hands dropped as she let out all of the air she was holding in.
Carefully, Remus brought her over to him, embracing the shaking girl into a thigh hug.
"I love you, kid." he whispered into her dark locks, making her shiver against him. "I'm always going to be on your side, no matter what."
Charlotte finally returned the hug, inhaling the warm chocolate scent from Remus's neck. This had been exactly what she needed.
"Besides, since when did Charlotte Black, the wittiest witch I know, cared about what other people think of her?" her godfather let go, smirking at her as he did so.
"You are right as ever, Moony." exhaled Charlotte, dropping every negative feeling she felt. "I do not care."
