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๐’๐Ž ๐–๐‡๐€๐“!
๐๐‘๐Ž๐‹๐Ž๐†๐”๐„
๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐“๐„๐
๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐
๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐…๐Ž๐‘๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐Ž๐๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐–๐Ž
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐˜-๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„-๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐Ž๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐Ž
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐๐ˆ๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐‹๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐‹๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐‡๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐…๐ˆ๐…๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐ˆ๐—๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐๐“๐„๐„๐
ONE MILLION
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐๐ˆ๐๐„๐“๐„๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐Ž๐๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐–๐Ž
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐‘
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐…๐ˆ๐•๐„
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐ˆ๐—
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐’๐„๐•๐„๐
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐„๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“
๐Ž๐๐„ ๐‡๐”๐๐ƒ๐‘๐„๐ƒ & ๐“๐–๐„๐๐“๐˜ ๐๐ˆ๐๐„
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DieLottie woke up in an unfamiliar bed. She had no idea where she was or how she got there. There was a knock on the door, and she just about managed to mumble, "come in," still half asleep and still extremely confused.

"Good morning!" Lily Potter smiled, a tray with a glass of orange juice and a plate of toast in her hands.

And then it all came back to her. She was at Potter Manor, suspended after punching Erin Johnson repeatedly. She couldn't help but smirk at the memory.

"Thank you, Lily." She said as she took the tray, smiling at her Godmother.

"I was wondering...well you see I need to go to Diagon Alley to pick some things up," Lily said, slightly nervous on how to approach Lottie. "Would you like to come with me? I know you're supposed to be suspended but I'm sure nobody would notice... We could go and get some lunch afterwards and just catch up."

Charlotte looked up at her Godmother curiously, her mind wandering to the box and diary her mother had made for her. I know Lily is probably treating you like a second daughter. Would things be like that in the future? Would Lily live up to the godparents duties like James had?

"Why not," Lottie shrugged, giving her godmother a small smile.

There was only one way to find out.

"Amazing! We'll go in an hour or so, just let me know when you're ready." Lily smiled softly.

Lily left the room after that, and Charlotte was left to her own thoughts.

She wondered what her relationship with Lily would have been like if her father hadn't screwed it up, and the mere thought sent shivers down her spine.

A few hours later, Lottie and Lily made their way down diagon alley with smiles on their faces. The pair had been getting on well, although there was still some tension in the air and it got a little awkward and some points.

James and Lily had completely different personalities. He would say whatever came to his mind and hoped that Lottie found it interesting, whereas she wasn't so bold, taking time to evaluate every sentence and conversation starter before she said it in fear of upsetting Lottie.

"So has it been exciting with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons at Hogwarts?" Lily asked as they made their way towards Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.

They had previously stopped at a small café, each having toasted sandwiches, however Lily had suggested getting ice cream as it was only down the road.

"A little," Charlotte shrugged, "I don't really notice them - except for Kaycie of course, it's amazing being with her throughout the whole year."

"Oh yes, Kaycie should be moving to Hogwarts after Christmas, right?"

"Hopefully, as long as Maxine and Dumbledore accept everything." Lottie nodded excitedly, she knew they wouldn't be in the same year group, however having Kaycie with her 24/7 was more than exciting, it had been something her 11 year old self would've bounced up and down in happiness over.

"That's great!" Lily beamed, thinking carefully about her next words, "so how come you guys are so close?"

"She's pretty much my big sister," Charlotte replied, glancing around as a wizard made bubbles fly out of his wand for two little children. "Kaycie's been there for as long as I can remember."

Lily smiled softly at the words, and she couldn't help but feel happy that the pair had each other. She dreaded to think how much her goddaughter would hate the orphanage without her there.

"Well, I'm glad you'll be with her." Lily replied, "Now then, what's your favourite ice cream flavour?"

"Chocolate chip," Lottie smiled.

"Ah, another chocolate lover." Lily winked, turning to the ice cream man. "One strawberry and one chocolate chip, please."

The man nodded, beginning to make the icecreams.

"Thank you," Lottie said to Lily, who was looking through her purse.

"Anytime! Now then, I've just got to run into one more shop, and then we'll have to head to the orphanage, Peter is supposed to be there and I haven't given him his key yet."

Charlotte tensed at the thought of the orphanage, however she nodded nevertheless, not wanting to worry Lily.

"Wonderful!" Lily grinned, glancing up at the icecream man who was now holding out two icecreams. "Thank you!"

"Thanks," Charlotte smiled, and the two continued their journey down the road.

"You know, chocolate was your favourite when you were around three. You used to go crazy if you didn't have any when you wanted it," Lily laughed.

"Nothing has changed then," Lottie laughed.

"I suppose not, although I can't imagine a fifteen year old launching a Victoria sponge at my walls because it's not chocolate cake..."

"You never know, I might just surprise you," Charlotte winked.

"Gosh you're like a mini Addie!" Lily laughed, shaking her head.

Charlotte smiled, taking that as a compliment.

𐂂𐂂𐂂

A little while later, Charlotte and Lily stood outside of St. William's orphanage.

"Dorcas is in here at the moment," Lily said, "Peter will be here soon and then we'll leave, okay?"

Biting her lip, Lottie nodded, "okay."

They stepped inside the orphanage, and the sound of giggling and laughing could be heard from the kitchen.

"Dorcas?" Lily called, following the loud noise to the kitchen.

Dorcas McKinnon-Meadowes was surrounded by Ella and Lola with cake batter on her nose, flour all over the counter and icing all over the two girls' faces.

"We're making cakes!" Lola squealed, waving her spoon in the air so that icing flicked all over the walls.

"Lottie!" Ella cheered.

"Hey," Lottie waved, looking around the room at the mess with a grin on her face.

"Hey Charlotte! I'm Dorcas, we haven't actually met yet, although I believe you met Marlene yesterday?"

"Yeah, I did." She replied, "lovely to meet you."

"And you! Fancy helping us decorate these cakes whilst we wait for Peter?" Dorcas offered, whilst Lily filled the cupboards with things she had bought that day.

"Why not!" Lottie grinned, taking a spoon and applying icing to it.

"So where have you guys been today?" Dorcas asked as she made a 'D' in icing letters.

"Diagon alley, we had to pick up some bits." Lily replied, running her hands under the taps. "What about you guys?"

"Last night Mr James let us make pizzas!" Ella, who had taken a particular liking to the name, announced.

"I had pineapple on mine!" Lola added.

"All the boys had pepperoni," Ella pulled a face.

"Yuck!" Lola said, copying Ella's face as she stood next to the older girl proudly. Charlotte noticed the resemblance the pair had to her and Kaycie when they were younger.

"Wow!" Lily exclaimed.

"And today we made cakes and played fairies!"

"And we played dress up!" Dorcas added, seeming quite proud.

"Yep!" Ella nodded, one hand on her hip and the other waving to the top hat she had on her head.

"That sounds amazing," Lottie giggled.

"It was!"

The girls all stayed talking until a knock was heard.

"That must be Peter," Lily said, "he's picked the kids up from the infants and juniors bless him... Alice offered to help but he said he was fine! The secondary kids will be home soon, they usually walk. It's a shame Ella and Lola only do mornings for nursery, it could've been a little easier for us if they did afternoons!"

"Peter's a gem," Dorcas said over her shoulder as she made her way to the door.

And just like that it became 10x louder. Kids came stampeding through the door as they waved drawings, paintings and school bags in the air, all rushing to talk and go and play with their toys.

"Lily, Lily look what I made!"

"Dorcas is here! Look Joshy, it's Dorcas!"

"Are those cakes?"

"I want cake!"

Charlotte was slightly taken aback by all the smiles and happy faces, and she felt a burst of happiness at the difference these adults seemed to be making.

"Guys!" Dorcas shouted, "if you all wash your hands you can have cake!"

They all went racing up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Merlin, they're loud!" Peter breathed, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

"Thanks for picking them up, Pete," Lily smiled, "and I finally got your key ready! This is yours!"

"Thanks Lils," he took the key gratefully and turned to Lottie, "hey Charlotte!"

"Hey Peter," she replied nervously. She had never properly spoken to the man, unless you count the time he was at Hogwarts spray painting Remus' classroom.

"Good day?" He asked anxiously, slightly unsure as to what he was supposed to say.

"Fine, you?" Charlotte asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

"It was great, thanks! Now Lily, I have some notes from teachers, please try and explain to James that peanut butter is not allowed in muggle schools, and just because his mum makes it well, doesn't mean it's allowed!"

"I told him that three days ago!" She cried, "he is so stubborn..."

"Nah, he just wants to be a better sandwich maker than Sirius, they were having a who-can-make-the-most-in-ten-minutes competition the other day." Dorcas laughed.

"Gosh they act like children," Lily sighed.

"Indeed they do," Peter chuckled.

Lottie raised an eyebrow, continuing to ice cupcakes with a smile on her face.

A

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I was so stuck on how to write this one, sorry ab that lmfao

We're so close to 500k, tysm!!

Qotd: would u rather do history or geography?

Word count: 1620

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