Avoiding places was not the way that Charlotte worked. She generally liked to face challenges head on. She didn't like feeling as though she was running away from an issue. She didn't run towards an issue either, she took small tentative steps towards problems/issues. Exams however were a completely different issue. She hated exams with a burn passion note often seen in a girl like Charlotte. She spent all waking moments trying to learn everything that she could about a certain subject. To be sure that she would a) not fail and b) be able to claim that she had worked and that on the day her mind had merely blanked. This however wasn't really the same for Hogwarts. The lessons were hard and there was so much to learn. She missed the mini tests through out the year at the end of month to be sure you were constantly revising. At Hogwarts one minute you were casual learning away about the subject and then BOMB the next moment it was the exams and you hadn't done enough work. Charlotte had let this happen once more for her. She had to do well. Well she had to pass. How well she did wasn't that necessary. Just as long as she could scrap a pass and be able to say that she'd tried was enough for her and her family. It was just the nature of how things were for the Hufflepuff. She didn't have many ambitions out of school, as her family would most likely decide where she would end up with her life. Charlotte was wondering to the Kitchens with her books in her hands. She was hoping for a quiet lunch so she could study. The likelihood of her being able to do that in the Great Hall, where everyone sat was very unlikely. She didn't think it would be good for to do anything other than eat. However in the Kitchens, the only sound would be cooking, and this reminded her of home. Her mother hated it when she did this because as her mother claimed she did get in the way, but Charlotte found it calming. Even though her family had a lot of money, they didn't let anyone do anything for them. They all pitched in to keep the house clean and unless there was some big event her and her mother cooked. It was the way their house functioned.
As Charlotte had expect the Kitchen was empty apart from the elves running around cooking and doing what House-elves did best. She smiled as she passed, the elves recognizing her from all the other times, that she had been to Kitchens to study. Charlotte didn't bother taking anything to eat, and just sat down on one of the tables and after removing her books began to read. She hadn't quite perfected the way she studied. It wasn't that hard to do, but it was something that she wasn't that good at. Charlotte didn't know if she remembered things best if she rewrote them or if reading them through out loud or inwardly. It was annoying. She wanted to be told how to study, instead of just being told to study. There was a difference. When it came down to it. She knew that either way, it wouldn't really matter, because it was only second year and no matter what happened she had the second semester to improve her grades. It was going to work. It was going to be successful. She'd eventually be good at Magic. As good as the ravenclaws. Without realising that another person had entered the room, Charlotte returned her eyes back to the book in front of her. Aware that the exams had meant she couldn't spend as long on her hair as she'd want. But, soon, it would be over, and she'd have the chance to spend hours on her hair. Though right now, she hoped that it looked at least a little decent. Charlotte was just glad that apart from the elves, no one else was around.
Romaine grinned and high-fived one of his buddies as he sauntered past them with a grin so big that he could light up the entire world with it. He was having an amazing day and there was nothing that could bring it down, absolutely nothing. It started early this morning when he was allowed a few extra hours of sleep because he didn't have any classes this morning. Extra sleep produced a much better day for Romaine because he could function properly without being prone to being grumpy or not thinking about his actions before he did them. The good day didn't end with extra sleep though. After he actually woke up he managed to find one of his favorite shirts that had been hiding since he started to attend the school, he thought he would never see it again! It had been stuffed underneath his trunk this entire time and now he had it back so he could wear it and impress the ladies with how smooth he was when he wore it, it was like a babe magnet. Sort of anyways. Every one and awhile there was a girl out there that resisted it's charm and even went as far as to insult the poor t-shirt and the person wearing it. But so far so good, everyone seemed to love it on him. Finally, he was able to have his favorite breakfast. Omelette's, the good kind with the cheese, green peppers, and all kind of spices inside. If he had been older and could describe it in one word and actually knew what it meant, he would say it was something similar to a orgasm in his mouth. He had also just gained a whole ton of respect from his friends by managing to escape getting detention for acting up in the hallway. All it took was a small smile and a little white lie and he was good to go. The Professor believed him and he was able to get out of the situation detention free. It wasn't like he was a bad guy or anything though. No, Romaine just felt that it wouldn't be fair to get detention just because he was having a good time with his friends. He wasn't really he one the one to be causing the trouble anyways, he was just there and laughing about it, so he refused to get a detention for knowing how to have a good time. But for some reason they officially saw him as the man for being able get out of it. Romaine couldn't deny the appreciation he was getting. It made him feel powerful and tough. At least compared to the other kids he knew. Once he was finished getting his round of congratulatory high-fives, and compliments Romaine dismissed himself to the kitchen's for a snack. All this good day stuff was really making him build up an appetite.
First thing he noticed about the kitchens right now was how it was almost completely empty except for some elves and a girl who appeared to be sitting on one of the tables and actually reading. Romaine raised an eyebrow at this before he snorted to himself and attempted to ignore it and get something to eat. As friendly as he was, she looked like she was into her book and for all he knew, she was one of those types that lured students into the kitchens to beat them up for money or something. He managed to retrieve a peach to snack on from one of the elves and after a brief thank you he turned to head out of the kitchens. But out of excitement he turned to quickly and ended up bumping into an elf that was carrying a load of pans. Loudly they all crashed to the ground and made a wondrous commotion. "Oh geez, sorry about that." He apologized casually and helped the elf pick them all back up before he smiled and turned the other way so he could be out of everyone's way and still manage to get out of the kitchen. This time he ended up going past the girl that was reading. His curiosity got the better of him for a moment and he peered over at her. The girl was quite pretty. But really, who reads in the kitchen. "Why are you reading in the kitchen?" The young Slytherin stuffed his hands into his pocket and watched with an amused gaze as the girl read on. If he could read in the kitchen and he didn't have to worry eventually having to go to the bathroom or go to sleep, this room would be his entire life.
The young english girl did often read in the oddest of places. Purely through a habit she had in her house back in England. She knew that it was fairly hard to find a place in her house that wasn't filled with some form of noise, and despite the size, the girl had taken to not actually reading in her room. She wondered the halls and then found a small and generally quiet area to settle down and let the imagination roam free. It was often beside a window over looking the grounds so that each time that she looked out, she didn't see what was going on but rather the novel she was reading coming to life right before her very eyes. But, in hogwarts it had been difficult to find a place like that. Albeit the girl had not been given much of a chance to actually find it, but when she did, she knew that it would be good. For now her mind had settled upon the fairly quiet Kitchens. A place that she didn't really think was a good place to work, but it was also not a bad place to go. It was quiet. The house elves went about their work and left her alone, and most students that walked didn't notice her. Or more to the point she didn't notice them. Despite having always worked hard on her appearance, she wasn't bothered if she didn't meet anyone. It was all just so she knew she looked perfect. The perfect curls and the perfectly placed make up. It was all in all, something that she needed others to envy of her. She wanted them to see her and think that she was pretty and want to copy her. But, the perfection she wanted took longer than it did for most. She could barely imagine what it would be like to be a guy who could wake up and after only changing his clothes and putting no other work in think themselves presentable. It worked for some, but it was generally noticeable. And it wasn't something that the Hufflepuff girl could ever in a million years see herself doing. It wasn't because she had anything against the people who did dress like that. But more that she thought it was pointless and stupid. She didn't think that it was silly for people to really care what they looked like. It would not take that much longer depending on how long it took them to look alright. While the Hufflepuff was rather pretty naturally, she didn't believe it. After so much make up being put on her for varies events she pretty much figured that she needed it. That it was more than a little necessary. A large noise in the kitchen, made her realise that she was probablt not alone. However CHarlotte made no notice of this. She barely even showed that she knew what had happened. She was reading, when this girl read she got pretty into it.
A voice spoke. And this brought Charlotte back to the room with a sudden crash. The eyes of the girl looked up at the person who'd just asked a question. She looked down at the book and then up to the boy. She was staring at him with an expression that said, isn't it obvious. The boy in front of her was pretty cute. She blushed slightly. Before standing up and giving a small curtsey. "The kitchens are a lot quieter, I can read with little distraction." Her voice was very clearly British. And very posh. She didn't try to be like that, it was just the way she'd been brought up to speak. It wasn't something easily changed. Although the young blonde really hoped that the boy in front of her wouldn't mind it. That it wouldn't bother him. Most just thought it was a little funny. Odd that she spoke like that. And that when she knew the person's name she spoke pretty formally with the use of sir and miss. It was just the way the girl had been brought up. She had been taught to talk like that. To act like she did. And while for some it would be a foreign concept such formalities, Charlotte was the daughter of a Lord. She had to act as such. And she hated not doing it anyway. "My name is Charlotte," She introduced giving a small curtsey. Hoping that the boy would introduce himself and not just walk away. More she hoped he would not just make fun of her. He was cute, and she wanted to be friends with him.
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