...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: i just love how quickly this goofy, lovely fanfic turned into a dark one. p.s i don't own harry potter
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| PRESENTS AND VISITS | song: cardigan by taylor swift
THE LONDON FLAT THIS TIME OF YEAR was depressing to be in alone. October had passed which meant that the Christmas spirit was all it this November. London's streets had already been decorated, and supermarkets had choirs out in the front singing Christmas carols all day long, and it was only November 3rd.
Charlotte laid down on the leathered sofa in their living room, sipping on her chamomile tea and opening her transfiguration homework, not really homework, just something McGonagall had prepared for her knowing that the girl would have nothing better to do.
It had only been two days since she left Hogwarts and Charlotte was already doing her non-existent homework, it was pathetic.
Remus had drowned his goddaughter in letters and calls on the muggle telephone they owned. Charlotte ignored it for the most part, she was furious with him and planned on showing it in any way possible. Deep down she knew it wasn't all Remus's decision on it. Two days ago, just as the Ravenclaw was heading to the Hogwarts station, she passed Remus's office, peered her head inside, and saw all the letters from concerned parents on his desk. No one wanted Sirius Black's daughter to learn together with their children.
On the sight of her father, everything had been quiet after the break-in of Hogwarts, it had been four days but there were no sightings of him anywhere which made everyone a little at peace, everyone but Charlotte, who was on edge with that.
Ever since she could remember, Remus had always told her she was too much like her father. Witty, charming, arrogant, those were the words used most often. If that was true, then Charlotte was sure her father was planning something big, even bigger than breaking into the Hogwarts castle.
The dark-haired girl was taken out of her thoughts by a weird noise behind the door. It wasn't exactly a knock, it was more like a scratch. Charlotte waited another moment for the noise to appear, when it didn't, she got off the sofa and slowly made her way towards the door, wand in hand.
She twisted the lock and the door swung open, revealing a small package at her feet. Charlotte searched for its giver but found the dark stairway empty.
She ran towards the kitchen and found a set of garden gloves before she decided to take the package, it could be roaming with dark magic.
Before closing the door, the girl made sure to check if the giver hadn't shown themselves, which they hadn't.
Charlotte threw the package on the sofa, slumping down next to it and carefully opening it.
