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- 12/2014
One thing was for sure, things had been unsteady for the young hufflepuff girl. She had been moved around more than anyone else she possibly knew. It was the problem with people in her sort of situation. She had powerful, busy parents, with a thriving social life that required the presence of the entire family. Charlotte was now sixteen and hadn't ever spent a full year in any school. This wasn't a good thing. She was now in sixth year, and she was trying desperately to catch up. The shoulder length locks of golden blonde hair shining in the morning light of what was her first day back at hufflepuff. She had begged, and begged her father to let her return to school. Some normality in her life she figured would do her well. She had none of that lately. Everything was just sort of happening at once and required her to be away. Eventually her father had let Charlotte have her way. Charlotte knew that in the months to come she would still be traveling a lot, it didn't matter if she did go back to school, at least for a little bit. There was no escaping the duties that she had, but she was happy that at least at the end of each time she could just come back to school. Beauxbatons was her third school. She had briefly gone to Hogwarts New Zealand, then she had briefly been gone to Hogwarts Scotland, then she'd been homeschooled, and then she had gone to Beauxbatons, now she was back at Hogwarts for hopefully the last two years. A lot of moving around hadn't served the girl too well, she had a lot of different methods of learning from each of the schools, and her education was lacking in many areas. But, it had never really been very important for Charlotte to do well in school. That had never been the point of her going. She was to learn, so she could be cultured and educated, but in the end, her parents had ideas of her marrying someone by the time she was at least 21 and then, just being a wife to this person. Her parents didn't think that she would ever work, and Charlotte had some different ideas. In all her moving around, she'd realised that she didn't really like what she did. Her life was fun, and interesting, but it wasn't settled, and she wasn't happy. She wanted to meet someone, fall in love, become a teacher, and just have a small family. Lead a modest life. She wasn't leading one now. She was living a life of luxury, the best clothes, the best things, the best everything. Yet, despite all of this, it still didn't make her at all happy. She was back in New Zealand, it was the brightstone weekend, and while she was happy to be back at school, the hufflepuff girl decided that she wanted to go to the village. She got up early, and went through the same motions she did everyday. Brush hair, hair spray, make up and then clothes. Everything so she was looking as perfect as she needed to be. After all, her father was a lord, and she was very technically in line for the throne.
After doing the final touches, and adding a very simple pair of dark nude pumps to finish her outfit, the young girl took her bag and headed out. Charlotte walked very carefully, she had been taught from a young age, to never run, and to always walk with her posture in perfect condition. She knew how to walk in heels, but she still did so very carefully. Making sure that each foot was in front of the other as she moved. Charlotte was only sixteen, but she looked a little young. The way the dress hugged her still forming figure, and the way she smiled quickly reminded people that she was still young. Charlotte wasn't actually sure what she was going to do with her day. In fact she just felt like she was walking around for nothing. For no purpose just killing the time until she had duties to carry out. Finally the girl noticed the familiar park, it was surprisingly empty, so she was able to just walk in and take a seat on the swing. Since Charlotte had last been at school in New Zealand, she had been a very small young girl. She was still very much the same person, just that she understood her role and her place in her family a lot more than she did then. She was also taller, her legs longer, and also made longer by the heels. Her hair was now in very controlled waves, with a lot of hairspray in it, so that it stayed in place. She had also developed a figure that was still changing. The girl placed her bag down beside the swing, and with the heels of her shoes swung back and forth. She looked a little out of place in the park, the hazel eyes watching the little kids running around. She was dressed very nicely, and her heels were a lot higher than they should be on a girl who was young like her, and just that heels were not park wear. She was however very lonely. And seriously desired some company. From someone.
After doing the final touches, and adding a very simple pair of dark nude pumps to finish her outfit, the young girl took her bag and headed out. Charlotte walked very carefully, she had been taught from a young age, to never run, and to always walk with her posture in perfect condition. She knew how to walk in heels, but she still did so very carefully. Making sure that each foot was in front of the other as she moved. Charlotte was only sixteen, but she looked a little young. The way the dress hugged her still forming figure, and the way she smiled quickly reminded people that she was still young. Charlotte wasn't actually sure what she was going to do with her day. In fact she just felt like she was walking around for nothing. For no purpose just killing the time until she had duties to carry out. Finally the girl noticed the familiar park, it was surprisingly empty, so she was able to just walk in and take a seat on the swing. Since Charlotte had last been at school in New Zealand, she had been a very small young girl. She was still very much the same person, just that she understood her role and her place in her family a lot more than she did then. She was also taller, her legs longer, and also made longer by the heels. Her hair was now in very controlled waves, with a lot of hairspray in it, so that it stayed in place. She had also developed a figure that was still changing. The girl placed her bag down beside the swing, and with the heels of her shoes swung back and forth. She looked a little out of place in the park, the hazel eyes watching the little kids running around. She was dressed very nicely, and her heels were a lot higher than they should be on a girl who was young like her, and just that heels were not park wear. She was however very lonely. And seriously desired some company. From someone.