Charlotte held out another yellow rose as she approached the Gryffindor table to look for the younger student. She looked around for a second, seeing some of her classmates, before starting to call out for her intended recipient. "Finley? Is Finley here?"
Charlotte assumed she'd find some of the older students studying in the library. The second year held out a yellow rose as she walked around whispering to different tables because she didn't know who Miranda was. She was directed towards an area to her left and kept walking. "Mirandaaaaaaa?" she...
Charlotte was familiar with the next girl from class and walked over to the Ravenclaw table after giving Dante his rose. She pulled out a yellow rose and looked around for Lilith, hoping she was eating at a normal time unlike some students who came in late or ate super early.
Charlotte had decided to give some roses out at meal time, as it seemed like an easy way to catch a few folks. She looked down at the next person on her list and trotted over to the Slytherin table. "I'm looking for Dante," she called, starting to walk around as she held up a rose.
Charlotte didn't know the next person and headed towards the Brotherhood room, having been given some advice that he might be in that area as she was a member. She knocked on the door and looked around. "Is Amodeus here?" she called through the barrier.
Charlotte wasn't one to break the rules, but she didn't mind bending them. Maybe the older students had been joking when they said she could find the lady near the Forbidden Forest, but here Charlotte was, calling for a centaur in the middle of the day. "Aspen? Aspen?" she called around, a...
Charlotte was excited to hand out roses to people. It felt very festive and a great way to celebrate the holiday. One of the roses she was giving out for the day took her all the way up to the seventh floor, where she waited outside in the corridor for one of her classmates. He was a different...
Charlotte wasn't quite ready for the school year to end, but at the same time, she was ready to go back home. She hadn't made any real friends like many of her classmates - there was no one she automatically went to after class or to study with. She enjoyed the clubs, but she mostly wanted to...
Charlotte knew she wasn't really supposed to write to her father, per her mother's request. But it was killing her inside. She didn't understand how he could just up and leave, and while she was no longer mad at her mum, she wanted to know if she had any right to be mad at her dad. No one would...
Charlotte had never been to a dance before. She didn't know what all she was supposed to do, as she didn't want to go with a date. That seemed weird. But the Hufflepuff had thrown on her lavender and black dress and made her way down to the Great Hall. It was much fancier than the Halloween...
Lottie was just not feeling those robes her mum kept buying for her. She had of course worn them growing up in a wizarding family, but only on rare occasions. Her family had really let her wear whatever muggle or wizard clothing she preferred. And while the robes kind of reminded her of dresses...
N A M E M E A N I N G
Charlotte origin: Diminutive of "Charles," associated with royalty and a variant of "man"
Astor origin: Her father's middle name
Williams origin: A common surname in New Zealand, it means the son of William
*Sources: Behind the Name & Find My Past
S U R F A C E D E T A...
Charlotte was actually to go to daycare for once. She had gotten to see her grandparents and, most importantly, her dad. She didn't understand why she couldn't see him more often because she was sure that he wanted to see her and Margot. He had to want to because he always told her that he loved...
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Charlotte was enjoying going to the daycare center, but since it was everyday now, she was exhausted. Plus, she didn’t feel like she had a friend yet to play with. Finding a corner by herself, she set up some miniature hoops on the ground and held the golf ball sized soft...
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