Charlotte was only in her first year in Gryffindor, yet her brave heart had begun to lose its chivalry, what made it a gryffindor soul. Her once bouncy auburn curls were limp with stress for the upcoming exams. Her once rosy cheeks were pale and tight. She hadn't had much of an appetite the last few months. The once bright and brilliantly blue starry eyes were dull and wet from the many blinks that kept her awake. She had been fueled by butterbeer and magical everlasting coffee for three days. Her already overflowing homework load had tripled, now overloading her with worries, so that she could think of nothing else.
Her eyes were unfocused and halfclosed, so she didn't see the first year walking towards her. She stumbled under the weight of her book bag, not knowing the spell to lift its weight from ehr shoulders. At this moment of weakness her bag shifted and knocked the oncoming first year to his feet. Parchment and quills, inkbottles, books and ingrediants spilled over the floor, the last of the contents of her broken bag spilled onto the growing pile of rubbish.
The first years outline swam before Charlottes eyes as the months suppressed tears and frustration poured from her choked throat into her eyes and onto her cheeks. Her whole heart was spilling from her eyes. Her blurred eyesight didn't help in the matter. Blinded by frustrated tears, she tryed to repair her backpack with the wand she still clutched in her hand, her finger nad words trembled. No magic poured from the wand. Her
tears trickled down her cheeks as she took a deep breath. The first year grudgingly picked himself up and walked off with a sweep of his wand over his wrinkled robes.
Charlotte closed her eyes and put her thoughts aside. She slowly started to mend the backpacks broken seem with the reluctant occasional spurt of magic from her rosewood bush and pheonix feather wand. When the seem was repaired well enough to carry her supplies to her next class she shoved her things into the bookbag with unnecessary force. Her tears dried and the hoel in her heart where the frustration of the past months had poured, slowly patched up, leaving her with an empty, but not entirley unpleasant feeling. she felt calm, and relief spread through her like wildfire. She rubbed her eyes and scooped up the remainder of her supplies before zipping her bag hurriedly and smacking it onto her back. The whole way to herbology she couldn't stop thinking abotu the first year she had hit, she hadn't said sorry.
Her eyes were unfocused and halfclosed, so she didn't see the first year walking towards her. She stumbled under the weight of her book bag, not knowing the spell to lift its weight from ehr shoulders. At this moment of weakness her bag shifted and knocked the oncoming first year to his feet. Parchment and quills, inkbottles, books and ingrediants spilled over the floor, the last of the contents of her broken bag spilled onto the growing pile of rubbish.
The first years outline swam before Charlottes eyes as the months suppressed tears and frustration poured from her choked throat into her eyes and onto her cheeks. Her whole heart was spilling from her eyes. Her blurred eyesight didn't help in the matter. Blinded by frustrated tears, she tryed to repair her backpack with the wand she still clutched in her hand, her finger nad words trembled. No magic poured from the wand. Her
tears trickled down her cheeks as she took a deep breath. The first year grudgingly picked himself up and walked off with a sweep of his wand over his wrinkled robes.
Charlotte closed her eyes and put her thoughts aside. She slowly started to mend the backpacks broken seem with the reluctant occasional spurt of magic from her rosewood bush and pheonix feather wand. When the seem was repaired well enough to carry her supplies to her next class she shoved her things into the bookbag with unnecessary force. Her tears dried and the hoel in her heart where the frustration of the past months had poured, slowly patched up, leaving her with an empty, but not entirley unpleasant feeling. she felt calm, and relief spread through her like wildfire. She rubbed her eyes and scooped up the remainder of her supplies before zipping her bag hurriedly and smacking it onto her back. The whole way to herbology she couldn't stop thinking abotu the first year she had hit, she hadn't said sorry.