Missing A Home

[Charlotte Williams]

For Charlotte the year had gone fairly well, she had readjusted into her old Beauxbatons life easily. It was like stepping into something that hadn't really changed. Frozen in time. It was a good feeling. She had also barely left the school, which was always a good thing, there was just one tiny little problem. One small little issue, while Charlotte had always loved Beauxbatons, and it was a good fit for someone of her upbringing, she missed New Zealand. She missed the freedoms she had so far from her family. In Beauxbatons she had to hold up a reputation, the household name of her gracious family was to be respected where she was. She was a beauxbatons girl not allowed to do anything that wasn't deemed by her mother as what she should be doing. Charlotte understood her mother's intentions, but it got to the point that Charlotte was not really allowed to have too much input into her clothes. The only part of Charlotte that truly was her own. While her and her mother had similar tastes, at Beauxbatons she had to leave the dorm room looking perfect. There was no going to the common room in her pyjamas or just in a pair of trousers. It was just different, and she was okay with that. She could deal with it. Mostly. It was just like on a day like that one, that Charlotte wanted to scream at her mother. She had been with her mother, not one week before, the first time all year that she had been very briefly pulled out of school for family, and well, they had gone shopping. Charlotte was easily pleased she found when it came to that sort of thing. She was very easily able to find things she liked. However, when she did, and after she had tried it on, it hadn't been too good. Since he mother had decided that it needed to be fitted. Which she did with everything. And that was what Charlotte was now staring at. The fitted version of what she had seen in the store. A fitted pencil skirt, that rose to her waist and stopped at her thighs. It was a short skirt, but, her mother had pulled in the waist. Charlotte was left, thankfully alone, in her dorm staring at her reflection in the mirror trying to possibly see how on earth she had been too large for the skirt before. It had fitted her perfectly. The right sort of feel to it. Now, Charlotte just knew that the skirt would hug her waist to entirely new proportions. Which Charlotte hated. It always made her feel worse. Like the fact it hugged her waist, pulling it in, and giving her waist the impression of being incredibly small, Charlotte wanted to get her waist to be that small naturally. Despite this, Charlotte knew no matter how much weight she lost, her mother would always insist on making the skirt tighter. She had no choice, and didn't have any way of changing it.

However annoyed she was, Charlotte knew she had to study, so this meant she had to get dressed and had to get ready. So, two hours later, Charlotte was finally ready. She wore the outfit she had picked out, matched with a pair of slender black heels with a small pump. Basically giving her legs that much longer look, and giving her just that little bit more height. She had been right about the skirt. While the t-shirt, which was white lace, with nice looking long sleeves, the skirt pulled in her waist, to point where Charlotte felt like her movement was completely restricted. It made her stand straight, but as she looked at herself in the mirror the three girl's shared, she had to admit, she looked fantastic. The long strands of the golden blonde hair, in the long waves, cascading down her shoulder. The right make-up, applied to give her blue eyes the allusion of being brighter, and her lips pinker. Her legs looked slender and great. Happy with her appearance, the blonde gathered her books for the day, which with the skirt and the heels provide difficult. She finally knew she was ready, the young blonde held her books close to her chest as she carefully left the room and headed to the grounds. While it was heading into the winter months, Charlotte had found that Southern France didn't really get winter until late October, sometimes November. So, she had no worries with the rain. Making her way through the school, Charlotte didn't notice the odd glance thrown in her direction, she was a lot more focused on finding a quiet spot to study. She knew exactly the place too. Wandering to the outdoors, the blonde beauxbatons headed along the path, towards the quidditch pitch. It was an odd place to study, but Charlotte had found very few people made noise on the pitch. She made her way to the stands and settled herself, putting the books around her as she began to read. Her mind had left the thoughts of what she was wearing, they had settled on trying to learn what was written on the page in front of her.
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