❝ Sometimes, Weasley, I hate you with such a passion it's hard to believe I still put up with your gorgeous face ❞
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With a metamorphmagus, a werewolf and an Azkaban inmate in the family, Charlotte knew that she'd have to bring more to the tab...
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one down the rabbit hole
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'LOTTIE!'
'Two minutes, Dad!'
Where's the map, where's the map, where's the map?
'Now, Charlotte!'
'Hang on!'
Where's the maaaaaap?
'Charlotte Lupin, when your dad says now, he means now!'
'Oh, there it is! Coming!'
Stomp stomp stomp stomp. Thud thud. Bang.
'If only there was an elephant constellation we could have named you after,' [y/n] sighed before taking a sip from her cup of tea at her spot on the kitchen table. 'It would be much more fitting.'
'Good morning to you, too, Mum,' Charlotte huffed, picking up a rusted birdcage from the chair next to the woman.
'What on earth are you doing?'
'Trying to get Tony,' Charlotte replied as she dangled out of the kitchen window. 'Where's dad, anyway? You would have thought we had a banshee in here the way he was screaming for me to get ready.'
'Well, he's gone to do his own thing now because you took so long.'
'I was literally, like, five minutes.'
'Five minutes too long.'
'I don't see the rush, I can just travel by Floo.'
