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The next morning, Lottie woke up with a high temperature, and it dawned on her that a full moon was coming.
Just what she needed, as if Umbridge hadn't made things bad enough already.
She glanced around, Coco was asleep at the end of the bed and the rest of the room was silent, it must have been early.
There was an indescribable pain in her hand. Lottie tried to keep her mind off of it though, in fear of both a break down, and intensifying the pain as her mind lingered on it.
Instead, she switched to thinking about Harry.
She was still in shock that they had kissed, she was pleased, of course, and yet a part of her felt guilty for keeping things from him. As much as she felt guilty though, she knew she couldn't just turn around and tell him she was a werewolf. Things didn't work that way, and even if they did, he may not like the truth, he may stop talking to her, he may think she was a monster.
He had the right to think she was a monster, she knew that. She knew what werewolves were, what they did to people, she knew of their violence, of there viciousness. As much as she trusted that James and Lily wouldn't teach Harry and Sophia awful things about half breeds, the rest of the media sure as hell would have, and that had a huge effect on his beliefs and ideas around the subject.
The feeling of Coco moving around and waking up drew Charlotte's attention, and before she knew it, she was pulling her trainers over her fluffy pyjamas and fluffy socks, slipping out of the Gryffindor tower to take Coco for a walk.
It was early, and the fact that it was the start of autumn meant that it didn't get light until a little later into the morning, so Lottie and Coco were pretty much out in the dark.
Gripping onto a dog lead was not a fun experience for Lottie. No matter what she did, her hand was throbbing, practically burning with pain and anger. Using her left hand made it easier, but even just the sight was enough to make her feel queasy, she was constantly reliving her detention and Umbridges sickening smile, it was awful.
Coco made her way around the grounds without a care in the world, looking the healthiest Charlotte had ever seen her. She had been eating properly, she was clean, and she and Lottie had built a lot of trust between eachother. Within the very little time that they had been together, the pair had managed to get on well.
Lottie was proud of her dog, she had previously been fragile, hurt, small. Now she was strong, bouncy and healthy. The sight made her happy.
At least one of them was benefiting from going back to Hogwarts.
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Lottie was sitting at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, picking at her breakfast quietly. Food seemed to be unappetizing, the only thing occupying her mind was the furiously angry wound under her bandaged hand.
"Morning Lottie!" Alex said cheerfully as he and Theo sat down.
"Morning," she replied quietly, continuing to push her breakfast around her plate, her eyes on the teachers table where Umbridge was smiling down at the students.
"You okay?" Alex asked, grabbing food from the bowl to put on his plate.
"How was the detention?" Asked Theo, following her gaze towards Umbridge.
"Boring," she lied smoothly, switching her view from Umbridge to Theo, "how was your first day back?"
"Well, they made it clear that our OWL's are this year!" Laughed Alex.
"Hm, I agree with you there," she nodded, smiling slightly.
Theo looked at her sceptically, he could see the red around her eyes, he could see her rosy cheeks, he could see she was in pain, and yet he couldn't tell why.
"Anything interesting happen yesterday?" He asked as Alex drank his pumpkin juice.
"Well Harry kissed me-"
Alex spat his juice out all over Erin, who was muttering to Ernie Macmillan.
"What the fuck!" Erin gasped, "you got that in my hair - oh my gosh you're disgusting!"
Lottie, Theo and Alex were all hysterically laughing, whilst the rest of the Hufflepuffs were all giggling at the now dripping-with-pumpkin-juice Erin.
"You did what?" Alex gasped, wiping his mouth, ignoring Erin's screams of anger.
"We were in the room of requirements - don't look at me like that! we were with Coco - anyway, we were just talking and he messed up my hair and then he kissed m-"
"Hem hem,"
Lottie whirled around in fear, her eyes meeting the furious ones for Dolores Umbridge.
"Mr Rosier, I presume?" Umbridge said to Alex. "At this school, we do not condone such vulgar behaviour at this school!"
"It was an accident-"
"He did it on purpose!" Whimpered Erin, who was at the professors side.
Lottie felt a lurch of fear. If Umbridge could use her allergy to silver on her, what would she do to Alex?
"It was my fault," Lottie said quickly, "I provoked him...it wasn't his fault."
Umbridge turned to Lottie, looking at her curiously, yet her smile widened. "Hm...an extra week of detentions would fit perfectly, don't you think, Miss Lupin?"
"Yes," she nodded, her hands gripping the side of her seat until her knuckles went white.
It's to help Alex, she told herself, it sill keep him out of pain.
"Perfect," Umbridge beamed, strolling away with her head held high.
"Why didn't you let me take the detention?" Asked Alexander, who's face was written with confusion.
"Just...just keeping you out of trouble," she said quietly.
"Charlotte," Theo said sternly, sitting up straight, "what did she do?"
"Nothing."
"What did she do?" He asked again, he knew there was something, he just couldn't figure out what.
Tugging herself so that her hands were completely covered, Lottie repeated, "nothing."
"Your hands," Theo realised, "show me them."
"Why would I show you my-"
"Show me."
"Why-"
Alex rolled his eyes at their bickering, reaching out and placing her hands on the table, slowly pulling up her sleeves.
"What's under the bandage?" Theo asked quietly.
"Paper cut?" She replied, refraining herself from laughing.
"Lottie, what is it?" Asked Alex.
"Just an allergic reaction to silver, nothing bad-"
Both boys pieced it all together, both fuming. Umbridge had hurt the person they saw as a sister, their best friend.
"She didn't...how did she do it?" Alex asked, shaking his head.
"A silver quill," Charlotte replied expressionlessly, except her heart was racing. Surely Umbridge would be even worse if she found out other people knew. What would she do to the boys if they knew? "But it doesn't matter."
She stood up, grabbing her bag. "Don't do anything, leave it."
And before they could even protest, she had walked away, too nervous as to what Umbridge would do if they knew too much.
A/N
Short but there will be another update tonight so it's okay lmao
Qotd: what did you think of adele's new song?
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