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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: World Cup Challenge
Sweden: Pairing: Charlus/Dorea

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Disney Challenge - The Prince - Write about a wishing well.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Hamilton Mania
Act One - Becoming orphaned - (emotion) Lonely. / Optional Prompt - (object) diary

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Eastern Fun Fair
Ferris Wheel - (dialogue) "If you're here to kill me, just get it over with."

HPFC: Pairing Diversity:
Charlus/Dorea - Prompt - Unequaled

HPFC: Character Diversity
Dorea Black - Prompt - Whimsical

Loneliness

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Dorea Black sat on the ground, a navy blue blanket protecting her dress from grass stains. The shade of the tree protected her fair skin from the sun. Her diary laid open on her lap and her quill dripped with ink as she elegantly wrote sentences of her innermost thoughts and feelings.

People think I'm so lucky. My beauty and intelligence are unequaled amongst my peers.

They don't really know what I go through, though. I don't get to be whimsical like Half-bloods and Muggle-borns. My parents would never stand for such behavior.

The only "friends" I have are the ones that are deemed appropriate by my parents. And they're not really friends; they're more like allies in a political war.

How can someone always surrounded by people be so lonely?

As I sit here writing this, I'm alone, but I don't feel lonely.

There really is a difference between being alone and feeling lonely.

I just wish I had someone just for me, someone who wants me for who I am and not what a connection to my family can do for them.

She looked up from her diary and gazed across the sparse Hogwarts' grounds to a lone well. Muggle-borns called it a wishing well and when the Headmaster had it built, they had been so excited for the addition.

She tilted her head and thought about what the name 'wishing well' meant. You were supposed to toss something down the well, a coin of some sort, and make a wish. And legend says those wishes would come true.

Of course, there was no truth to it. It was all myth.

But Muggles thought magic wasn't real, so one could never be completely sure.

She closed the diary and stood up. Dorea hugged the book to her chest as she wandered closer to the well. When she reached it, she peered into it. All she saw was inky darkness. No one but the Headmaster knew how deep it actually was.

She fingered the strap of her change purse that rested across her breasts. It would be ridiculous to actually make a wish. It was so tempting, though.

She heard a crunch behind her. "If you're here to kill me, just get it over with."

"Aren't you the dramatic one," Charlus Potter's amused voice teased.

Dorea rolled her eyes. No one annoyed her more than Potter. "What do you want?"

Charlus didn't answer her. Instead, he asked his own question. "Making a wish?" He walked closer so he stood next to her at the wishing well.

"There's no point," Dorea stated, still staring into the well.

"Probably," he agreed, "but if you were to make a wish, what would it be?"

Dorea finally looked at the older Pure-blood. "How is that any of your business?"

"I would wish to find my perfect match so I was never lonely again." Charlus' eyes were solemn, but they shone with understanding, knowledge, and empathy. They spoke of knowing how Dorea felt.

Charlus Potter still annoyed her, but she couldn't help but be intrigued by someone who felt the same way as her. "Really? How interesting."

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