Yours Regardless

Dementors and Distaste

            "Well you can't do that, that would just be bloody ridiculous Char."

           "Then what do you suppose we do George?"

           "I th- wait a second! I'm Fred you twat!" The fiery red haired twin said abruptly, turning to Charlize and giving her a whack on the head, the other brother feigning offence with a large hand on his chest.

           "Im sorry, it's nothing against you, though I truly despise you two." Charlize said with a smug smirk.

George and Fred looked at each other with dramatic shakes of their heads. Truthfully he twins didn't really know if she could tell them apart or not, in the most inopportune time she would lead them to believe she could find George in a sea of Fred's, and other times they might even get called Ron if they were lucky. The twins didn't mind much, however, Charlize could do no wrong in their eyes, she was like their tiny triplet. The three of them stood together like the letter 'M', the tall twins at each end and their small counterpart in the middle, always in the middle.

           "You know you're lucky we keep you around!"

           "Ya! You're far too small to fend for yourself. Scabbers could take you on."

           "Stop it yeah? We've got to focus." Charlize said with a nod to the stained parchment George was holding.

The twins looked at each other, mirroring the same mischievous glint, synchronizing their response, "Never."

Charlize let out a huff and pulled the parchment from the tall boys hands, they were sitting crowded together in a train cart, hunched over this stained parchment, the Marauder's Map. Of course the train cart had enough room for the three of them to sit comfortably, but none of them could see the fun in being separate when they could be close enough to poke each other, which would happen occasionally, much to the receiving end's dismay. At this moment, the three were trying to figure out the easiest hidden passage out of the third floor broom closet to the courtyard, there were no easy ways.

           "Let's figure this out later, the train's about to leave and I want to join Hermoine in her cart, I promised her a chocolate frog."

           "What?"

           "We didn't get any sweets?"

           "That's rude!"

           "Incredibly!"

With a shake of her head she opened the door of the cart and with her body halfway through the door frame she turned to them with a laugh, "Bye guys."

Upholding unmatchable unity, the brothers singsong-ed, "Bye Charlize." Both of them giving overdone, flirty waves.

Charlize chortled and walked off after closing the door to the twin's cart. She made her way down the corridor looking for her frizzy haired friend who was most probably with the rest of the magical dream team. As the wavy haired girl walked down the train corridor she couldn't help noticing the new eyes that seemed to linger just a bit longer than they did last year. It wasn't a surprise that the girl would no longer look like the eleven year old child she started Hogwarts as. Charlize stood tall at five foot two, and wasn't expecting to grow much more, she had wavy, golden brown hair that reached just past her shoulder blades with neat pieces that fell delicately to frame her face. Green eyes and lips that puffed just the right amount, her cheek bones just became barely visible over the past summer, her nose has always stayed the same, the tip drooped ever so slightly creating a bit of a downturned tip, her nose was unique, she had never found it to be pretty, but it was her. Over the past summer she also began to develop a miniscule showing of hips and her waist cinched just a tad, Charlize was still far from sexy but she was inching toward womanly and people seemed to notice, much to her father's and the twins dismay, they didn't like seeing people ogle her with blatant disrespect.