AN: So here's this story, this doesn't mean that I'm back (I'm on a break) I'm just looking for new sounding boards that have a bunch of free time, and want to be one of the FIRST people to help me with a new story that I'm working on. It's a Faberry/Chartana fic filled with magic and religion and mature themes, plus I'd like to say super dark, I'm terrible at enticing people but that was my attempt. So if you want to be that person, PM me drop me a line, I'm very weird about this I need to click with someone and that person can't take it personally when I shoot down ideas, but I need someone to also bounce ideas off of.
AN2: This story was requested from me awhile back, like a long time, it's been done for awhile I'm just terrible at posting on FF these days. So basically this is where I am so drop me a review. Reviews are like neat little pieces of encouragement for the author.
AN3: I'm chatty today, As a note, I started this before the Ilvermorny houses came out and I could have changed it but without out more information I couldn't make any equivalencies, so I just kept the Hogwarts houses, it's lazy on my part but whatever. Enjoy.,
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Frannie scowls as she watched her three younger siblings settling into the train car. This was mortifying. Not only did she have to deal with her bratty twin sisters, but there was also Brittany, who was apparently some sort of genius that had been granted special admittance to Ilvermorny a year ahead of schedule.
The whole thing was embarrassing, and if it were up to her she would simply pretend that they didn't exist.
It was only the threat of more long talks with her parents about the responsibilities of being the oldest Fabray that kept her from pretending that she was an only child. Her parents had made her swear that she was going to keep an eye on them. It wasn't fair, she was finally fourteen and she shouldn't have to play babysitter for the rest of her scholastic career.
"How long will it be until we get there?" Charlie asks curiously, pressing her face against the window to get the best view.
"We'll get there when we get there," Frannie retorts with a roll of her eyes, watching as Charlie rolls up her sleeves. She couldn't believe her mom had allowed her to get an oversized robe, when they had gone shopping for school supplies. Out of all her siblings, she found Charlie to be the most irritating, it was followed closely by Quinn and Brittany, though she had a soft spot for her youngest sister.
Brittany shoves Charlie out of the way so she could get a good look outside too, "They say it's in the mountains, right Frannie?"
"You'll just have to wait to find out."
Brittany nods and bites her lip, chewing on it nervously, "I hope we're all in the same house," she mumbles. It was her first time away from home but the thought of not being able to crawl into her sister's beds when she got scared worried her.
Frannie softens little at her baby sister's clear nervousness. "It'll be fine Britt; our entire family has been in Slytherin for years. It's probably not going to change anytime soon. We're Fabray's after all." Frannie reaches over to pat Brittany's leg, before glancing over at Quinn who had been quiet so far. She wasn't surprised to see Quinn with her nose buried in one of the first-year books, and she couldn't help but smirk. Maybe this year it would finally be there year. "Good luck. I'll see you in the Dining Hall for your Sorting."
The words are enough to finally cause Quinn's head to snap up at the realization that Frannie wasn't going to be staying with them. "You aren't riding with us? But—" She had thought Frannie would be giving them tips the whole train ride.
"Some of us have friends that we'd rather ride with." Frannie scoffs as she gets up. She doesn't really remember what it was like being a first year, but she's sure she wasn't as annoying as the twins. With that, she closes the door to their compartment and storms off to find her friends, bumping into two dark-haired first years that are trying to find somewhere to sit. "Watch it," she snaps at them before going to find the rest of her fourth-year friends.
Quinn scowls a bit, that was classic Frannie, abandoning her and leaving her to babysit Charlie and Brittany. She sighs inwardly a bit, at least the two of them were focused on the scenery and were chatting about the school. Charlie hadn't even pulled out her wand yet which meant that there probably wouldn't be any horrendous accidents.
~O~
"When we step through these doors, you will be entering one of the finest schools of witchcraft and wizardry to ever exist. We are a strong, proud school and as you continue your education you will become the leaders of the magical community." The curly haired man in long dark robes droned on and Charlie tried to stay focused. She really did. But she'd heard about Ilvermorny since she was old enough to walk and she had been so nervous that she hadn't slept in weeks.
She had never seen a castle this big. Even her grandparent's manor, the biggest building she had ever seen, didn't even compare. As they had approached the castle, she had almost dismissed it as being part of the snow-capped mountain range. But as they grew closer she realized that the entire mountain had been shaped into the castle. It was magnificent. Frannie's descriptions of Ilvermorny didn't even do it justice. The huge doors alone were enough to alert Charlie that this was cooler than any place she'd ever been before. There were figures etched all along the marble walls. There were long corridors and endless passages and Charlie couldn't wait to get the chance to explore them.
"Welcome to Ilvermorny." The man smiled and pushed the doors open, revealing an enormous hall lined with tables and the older students peppered along the benches.
Charlie follows along with the other first years, focused on trying not to make a fool out of herself and steps carefully between the two tables in the center of the room. She's being so careful that she doesn't realize that the girl in front of her had stopped and crashed hard into the other girl's back. The older kids surrounding them snicker as Charlie sends the other girl slamming to the ground.
"Charlie." Quinn hisses, mortified that her twin had screwed up on their first day.
"It was an accident!"
The girl on the floor glares at her and allows Quinn to help her back to the feet. "You aren't even going to apologize?" She scoffs, brushing off her robes.
Charlie can practically feel everyone staring at her and gulps. She's ten and she already feels like her life is going to be over. Trying not to blush or let anyone know how stupid she felt, she shrugs with a bravado she doesn't feel. "It's not like I did it on purpose." She defends.
Santana scowls but seems to be aware that everyone else is waiting on them and turns back to follow the group.
Charlie glances around, wincing when she catches Frannie's glare. Would they kick her out? It really had just been an accident. Maybe if she said sorry?
But none of the teachers seem to be ready to send her home right now. She lets out a huge sigh of relief and lets Quinn grab her and pull her close. "I swear it was just an accident," she mumbles to Quinn.
"Shush, it's our first day and we need to make a good impression, now people are going to think we're klutzes, so can you just pay attention for five minutes? You can make a fool of yourself after we get sorted." Quinn forces a smile onto her face and adjusts making sure to keep one hand on Brittany. Now she understood a bit of Frannie's pain. Watching both her younger sisters was a bit of a pain in the ass.
Charlie nods absentmindedly, ignoring the professors as they start calling out names as she continues to inspect the rest of the castle. She finally looks up when she hears Brittany's name being called, but it's only for a moment as the entire ceiling seems to be alight with silently exploding fireworks and she wonders what spell they used to make it. The older students seem to be unimpressed with the sorting ceremony and all too late she realizes she should have been focusing on what everyone else had to do.
Brittany has a stricken look on her face and Charlie panics a little. Was it really that awful? She glances over at Quinn who doesn't seem too freaked out so she guesses that it wasn't really that bad.
It seems to take an agonizingly long time but after a minute a white flame bursts from the goblet and turns a clear shade of yellow with black sparks.
"Hufflepuff!" The professor announces proudly and Brittany grins before making her way to join the other Hufflepuff's. She doesn't seem disappointed that it's not Slytherin, so Charlie flashes her an encouraging smile and claps along with the other students.
"Charlotte Fabray." The curly haired professor calls her name.
Charlie gulps and steps forward. She's heard rumors about sorting for years but her parents had always laughed it off and said that she would find out at her own sorting. She wished she had paid better attention to what the other first years did, but she had been too enamored with trying to take in every detail of the large castle. A large pedestal sits in the middle of the room with a large goblet on top of it. beside the curly haired professor who grabs her hand. He seems to think her reluctance has more to do with anxiety than the fact that she has no idea what to do. She lets him tug her hand in the right direction and gasps when he pricks her finger and lets a drop of blood fall to the pedestal.
The droplet falls directly in the center of the bowl and for a second, she's not sure what it's supposed to do. It's just blood and it just sits there until it suddenly seems to move. It bubbles and boils over itself and she glances back down at her finger, surprised that her blood seems to have multiplied. She feels her heart practically stop as a bunch of concerns she had never even thought to consider flood her mind. What if there isn't a house for her? Or they send her home—suddenly, a white flame bursts forward and slowly turns to a deep shade of green.
"Slytherin."
It's like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders and she straightens up pleased with herself. Both her parents had been in Slytherin and her grandparents. It was a family tradition and sure Brittany had been the one to break with tradition, but she imagined her parents already knew that Brittany wasn't exactly like them. She flashes a small smile at Brittany who does look a bit disappointed that they were separated, but she immediately turns to the table along the far side of the wall that had erupted in applause.
"Of course, someone like you would be Slytherin."
Charlie frowns at the words and glances at the girl that she had bumped into who was glaring at her, but she shrugs it off and heads towards Frannie who didn't exactly look pleased. "I did it!" Charlie smiles proudly as she is patted on the back a few times by her new housemates.
Frannie groaned, she had suspected Brittany didn't have what it took to be a Slytherin, and that her personality fit more with Hufflepuff than anything, but she had hoped that Charlie wouldn't be able to bother her.
"Lucy Fabray." The curly haired professor called out and watched as Quinn stumbled forth.
Charlie leans forward eagerly, ready to cheer with the rest of her new house for Quinn. They had never been separated ever. They still shared a room at home, it was obvious that Quinn belonged with them. She watched as a drop of Quinn's blood falls directly onto the bowl. Charlie waits priming herself up to cheer for her sister when there is a bit of a pause. The flame bursts up but stays white far longer than it had with Charlie and Brittany. Quinn looks a little panicked at the delay but gradually the flame morphs into a brilliant shade of blue with bronze jets sparking at the edge of the flame.
"What's that?" Charlie hisses just before the table beside them erupts in cheers.
"Ravenclaw!"
Frannie's jaw drops immediately in horror, Ravenclaw was certainly better than Gryffindor, but it wasn't Slytherin. "Shit." She could already tell that there was a howler with her name written on it. She sinks down on the bench a bit when her friends look at her. Generations of Fabray's and July's had been Slytherin's and it had been under her watch that the Fabray name had been besmirched. Her parents were going to murder her and then disown her. At least Charlie hadn't gotten into Gryffindor, which was what she had originally thought Charlie would get into. At least then she wouldn't mind the Howler, and Charlie would probably get one too.
Charlie clapped and shot a wounded look at her twin sister who shrugged at her as she sat down with the Ravenclaws. She rubbed her arm nervously, she had never roomed with anyone but Quinn before, what if they snored or talked in their sleep? She looks over at Frannie who looked a bit pale. "It's okay Frannie, we're going to be house buddies, right?"
Frannie grimaced at the thought of being stuck with Charlie for another three years, "Why did it have to be you?" Between the three of them, Charlie had to be the worst pick. At least with Quinn and Brittany they'd leave her to her own devices. Charlie would probably bother her and ask for help in everything. She wasn't particularly bright.
Charlie shrugs and smiles at Frannie, before turning her eyes back to the rest of the sorting. Her eyes falling on the person she had bumped into, she really hoped that she wasn't in Slytherin together.
"Santana Lopez."
The girl she had nudged shoots Charlie a glare and Charlie makes a mental note of the name. Maybe she'll apologize later, or whatever—but it's better to be prepared. It doesn't seem to take nearly as long for the flame to turn red with gold sparks. "Gryffindor!" Charlie smirks to herself and rolls her eyes. Figures.
~O~
Every castle had a dungeon, and it sort of made sense that their potions class was in the dungeon, at least that's what Charlie personally felt as she made her way to her new classroom. She found it odd that no one had given them a tour. She had asked Frannie who had given her a blank look and walked away. She was probably still horrified and mildly embarrassed about the howler that had arrived at breakfast.
Finding breakfast had been relatively easy, she had just needed to follow most of the Slytherin's in the morning, and she was grateful for her roommate, Mercedes had made a prefect explain exactly how to get to the Potions dungeon before breakfast, and then asked for a reminder just to check. She slips in ahead of most of the rest of the class and feels a rush of relief that at least she wasn't going to be late for her first class.
She steps past the chiseled granite columns that surround shelves upon shelves of potions ingredients. The entire room smells like a musty old closet and she finally decides to sit at a table next to the window for some fresh air. She taps her quill ready to take extensive notes, the only advice Frannie had given her was that potions would be the hardest class she was in. Her parents expected good marks and she wasn't going to let them down.
She shifts a bit on the bench so that she could make room for Mercedes who had an irritated look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"Gryffindor," Mercedes whispers and Charlie peeks a bit to take a look to the Gryffindor's entering the room, with their red and gold ties.
Her eyes fall on Santana who catches her gaze and she can't help but stick out her tongue at her. She grins when she's met with a scowl. "We hate them, right?"
"Didn't you pay attention to the history lesson yesterday?"
"No, I was poking around the common room, and trying to talk to Frannie."
"You mean the sister that really doesn't like you?" Mercedes asked.
"Yeah—well no, I'm sure that Frannie loves me, she's just prickly like that." Charlie explains. "It runs in the family. She's like my aunt Cassandra. You know tough and stuff."
Mercedes nods and shifts a bit, to try and avoid the Gryffindor's, "I wish we could take our classes with anyone else, but we have this, charms and defense of dark arts with them. We have transfiguration, astronomy and history of magic with Ravenclaw, herbology and flying with Hufflepuff." Mercedes reminded Charlie, she seemed like the type of person who was a bit of a space case. From what she had heard from others, who were obviously talking behind her back she seemed like she belonged in Hufflepuff. But they were roommates and she was just going to have to deal with it.
Charlie shifted a bit, it was all exciting, she was super excited for Charms and defense of the dark arts, she wanted to learn cool spells and maybe finally be able to prank Frannie a bit. She pulls out her wand from her pocket, and notices Mercedes staring at it curiously. "It's cool, right? The wand guy, said it's elm with Wendigo heartstrings. He said that it's super powerful but a bit on the difficult to control. I think he was being a bit weird about the whole thing, I mean it feels right you know?"
"Really mine is—" Mercedes began only to stop talking when a tall woman with short hair entered the room. Almost immediately the room went silent, and Charlie turned to face her.
"Alright mouth-breathers, I want to be here even less than you do so do not make me repeat myself. I'm Professor Sylvester and most of you aren't good enough to even sit in this classroom. I don't have patience for screw-ups so try not to blow yourselves up."
She looks around the room and frowns when no one laughs. That had been a joke, but these pipsqueaks probably couldn't understand a joke if it hit them upside the head. "Fine. Then let's see how dismal your magical education has been. Question: your idiot lab partner might have poisoned you. Out of all the items available in this room, what could you take to prevent yourself from dying a horrible painful death?"
She scowls when none of the snivelling twerps even dare to raise their hand. "Really Slytherin? Gryffindor? I thought you two were both supposed to—"
Finally, a hand shoots up. She doesn't have a whole lot of hope for a right answer, but at least one of them is brave enough to try. "Finally. Five points to Gryffindor for not being a pansy ass. You. What's your guess?"
"A bezoar."
"What's your name Gryffindor?"
"Santana Lopez." The girl clears her throat nervously and Charlie's glad that she isn't already on the teacher's radar.
She watches the class for a moment with hard eyes before softening a little. "Good. Minus five points from Slytherin for being a bunch of babies. Another five points to Gryffindor for actually being right."
The dusty room was wreaking havoc on Charlie's allergies. Her nose twitched and she tried really hard not to sneeze and pay attention instead. She was taking notes. This was serious. But she couldn't help it and scrunched her nose up feeling a huge tickle at her nose.
She sneezes loudly. Everyone in the room turns to her as the teacher pauses and looks at her with an air of disappointment. "Are you quite finished?"
But she wasn't. The only thing worse than trying to hold back a sneeze when you didn't want to interrupt people was knowing that there were two more coming. Her eyes watered with the effort but if she could just— "Achoo"
"Dia te bendiga." The annoying brunette in front of her mutters, idly swishing her wand with the words.
Charlie's just about to ask what she said when another sneeze sounds through the dusty room. When the rest of the class turns to look at her, each of the other kids erupt in a fit of giggles. Charlie gasps when she looks down at herself to see that her entire skin has been radiated. She's glowing and everyone is staring at her. "What—"
"You. Barbie Glows-a-lot. Go to the nurse's office." Sue barely hides her amused smirk. "And next time learn some counter-curses. If pranks are going to be pulled in my class then you'd better make sure you get even without getting anyone else." She looks pointedly at Santana and nods firmly. "Five points to Gryffindor for an excellent hex. Next time, don't do it in front of me."
"But I didn't—"
"That's not fair!" Charlie interrupts.
"Do you have cotton in your ears, Glow Worm? Go to the nurse's office." Professor Sylvester commands, leaving no room for argument. "Or should I take fifty points off Slytherin?"
Charlie stops immediately noting that all her fellow Slytherin's are glaring at her. She scowls, before she storms off to the medical wing fuming. She hadn't even done anything wrong. Whatever that other girl did was too far. She grits her teeth as she tries to hurry quickly lest anyone else catch sight of her glowing skin. If Santana Lopez thought she could pull a prank on her, then Charlie was going to get even. No matter what it took.
~O~
A few hours later, she's only emitting a soft glow and it's good enough that most people won't even notice. She slinks back to the library to meet Quinn, it was rare for her to skip lunch but she needed to catch up. She's not a huge fan of the library, but Quinn seems obsessed with getting top marks and she's glad when she finally collapses in the seat across from Quinn and Brittany.
"Charlie, you look radiant." Brittany snickers. Everyone in their year has been talking about it.
Charlie scowls. "Funny."
Brittany grins. "Thanks."
"Can I have your Potions notes?" she asks with a sigh. She had missed at least three classes which was not fun, it meant that she was going to need to catch up. "And your herbology and history of magic notes? Please Quinn."
"No. You should have paid attention."
"I didn't get to go to class." Charlie huffs. She turns to Brittany for a moment, "Can I see your notes?"
Brittany grinned and pushed her herbology notes to Charlie. "I drew pictures."
Charlie stared at the child-like drawings and Brittany's weird notes on the side and turned to look back at Quinn. "I'll share half the money that mom and our aunts gave me this morning for getting into Slytherin."
"Hey! My notes are awesome!"
"I know they are Britt, but Quinn's notes are probably super detailed and I don't have time to figure out your shorthand," Charlie responds, flashing Brittany a small smile.
Quinn looks up from her book. She hadn't gotten a howler from her parents, which meant they were accepting this better than she had expected. But they certainly hadn't sent her money like they did with Charlie. That's part of why she had to do really well, she had to show them that just because she was a Ravenclaw didn't mean she was going to be less of a wizard. But having a little extra spending money didn't seem like that bad of a thing. "I want seventy percent."
"No way." Charlie's jaw drops. "Fifty-fifty."
Quinn frowns. "Fine, but you'll owe me."
"Owe you what?"
"I haven't decided. But you'll owe me a favor that I can collect any time."
Charlie groans but doesn't really see another way out of this. Quinn also had no idea how much she had gotten from her parents, which meant that she would only be getting a quarter. She was a Slytherin after all. She needed to start acting like it or she was going to be the butt of all the jokes for the rest of her school life. "Are you sure you aren't a Slytherin?"
"Do you want the notes or not?"
"Fine." Charlie huffs. It's as good of a deal as she's going to get. She holds out her hand for Quinn to let her copy her notes.
"They're back in my room, I was going to study with my roommate during our study period, you're free to join us."
Charlie huffs at this, that wasn't what she wanted but she also didn't want Quinn to take it back, "I can't get into the Ravenclaw common room—"
"We're going to be studying in the library," Quinn interrupted. She narrowed her eyes at Charlie, "You're not allowed into the Ravenclaw common room, not that you could answer the riddle."
"I bet I could," Charlie muttered crossing her arms over her chest. She frowned not wanting to argue with Quinn and instead gets up to go find a book on charms and hexes, "We have transfiguration next, maybe I can learn something in there that will let me get revenge."
"You should give her cat ears."
Charlie grinned, it wasn't a bad idea but she wasn't an idiot. She didn't want to get into any trouble, "Maybe when I figure out how to do that," Charlie admits after a moment. "But first I'm going to make her pay for making me a glow bug."
"You do that," Quinn responded shaking her head. Charlie was probably going to get herself expelled. Which would probably mean that Frannie would get another howler, which was rather amusing. At the very least she'd probably end up costing Slytherin a few hundred points. She flicks her eyes towards Charlie who immediately begins to peer through the books that were around her and she raises a brow. Charlie didn't study. She thought it was boring. This really wasn't going to end well and if she was a good person she would probably talk to Frannie to bully Charlie into stopping but Charlie was a Slytherin. She was sort of curious to see what her twin came up with. She wasn't expecting anything fantastic or anything of the sort.
~O~
"Well, at least you're not as bright as a light bulb anymore," Mercedes offered poking Charlie in the side. She was personally glad that it was over, they had gone over the different types of transfiguration magic, and while it had been interesting only a few Ravenclaws and Charlie had managed to successfully complete the Switching spell. It was obvious that she had stopped paying attention after that, instead going back to planning her prank.
Charlie scowled, "Frannie and her friends laughed at me and called me glow bug," Charlie muttered, annoyed. She didn't like being embarrassed like that, and the teachers weren't going to do anything about it which meant that she needed to figure something out. Something that would make Frannie think twice about making fun of her, and something that let everyone else in her year know that she was not to be trifled with.
Mercedes shook her head, she didn't want to know what Charlie had planned, plausible deniability and all that. "So, can you help me with the switching spell and the homework tonight?"
Charlie blinked as she comes back down to earth and nods to Mercedes, "Yeah sure, I'm going to the library during our study period to get my twin's notes. I think we're going to form a study group or something. The switching spell wasn't that hard."
"You got it on your third try—"
"Yeah but Quinn got it on her first try," Charlie grumbled. This was just what she needed, Quinn showing her up in class. "We can't let Ravenclaw win this year. Frannie said that Slytherin was going through a drought and I want bragging rights for the summer. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and definitely Gryffindor can't win."
"Too bad we're going to."
Charlie wheels around and scowls at her nemesis, "You."
Santana smirked, "Glad to see that you're still lighting up the world, at least a Slytherin is good for something." she throws in before pushing past her. Both Rachel and Tina had suggested apologizing, but there was no way that she was going to apologize to that stuck up bitch.
Charlie reaches for her wand immediately only to have Mercedes latch onto her arm. "We can't afford to lose anymore points, we're already in third place, and the older students blame you."
Charlie scowled and pulled her arm away. Pretending that she had given up. When Mercedes pulls away she grabs her wand, "Hey, slug-breath."
Santana stops and turns to Charlie despite Tina trying to tug her away, "Is that the best you can come up with—"
"Slugulus Eructo!" Charlie flicks her wand at Santana, the green tinged light hitting her as people jumped away.
Santana blinked and stared at Charlie as the rest of the first years between both houses looked at her. She felt fine and she wasn't glowing which was a positive. "Ha, guess that didn't—" It's only then that she feels it, the gurgling in her gut and she takes a step back covers her mouth immediately letting out a burp. What she doesn't expect is the disgusting taste in her mouth, followed by something wriggling. Almost immediately she spits it out into her hand her eyes widening in shock.
"Oh my god is that a slug?"
"Gross!"
The only thing worse than vomiting up a slug was the slime that came along with it. Santana stared at the floor in horror as her stomach churned and the slime dripped from her hand. She heaves and two slugs splat heavily against the floor. They're nearly an inch thick and wriggling as they squirm.
"Hmm, impressive. Fifty points to Slytherin for finally growing a backbone and acting like Slytherin is supposed to act. Another fifty points for a rather advanced charm for a first year. Maybe you're not a complete loss glow bug." Sue says as she strolls down the hall, rather impressed that Charlie hadn't fired on Santana when her back was turned. The sound of slugs hitting the ground catches her attention and she jumps to the side a bit. "Minus ten to Gryffindor for—making a mess."
"What? That's not fair." Santana groaned before three more slugs fall from her mouth.
Sue narrows her eyes. "Don't care. But it only seems to be getting worse so get yourself to the medical wing, or at the very least get a bucket. No one is going to clean up your mess."
Santana shoots a dark glare at Charlie who flashes her a knowing smile before walking past her with her stupid Slytherin's.
"Have fun in the medical wing slug breath," Charlie sneers before carrying on getting a few pats on the back. "Slug breath." She adds for measured effect, feeling entirely justified as the other Slytherin's burst out into raucous laughter.
~O~
Charlie crashed through the doors to the library later that evening with Mercedes beside her. She had lost track of time and then got turned around. It hadn't hurt that Frannie had given her a brief head nod of acknowledgement, and she had been riding that high. She was a bit of a hero in the Slytherin common room. "Come on, Quinn hates it when people are late." Charlie whispers to Mercedes.
"She'll forgive you. You're like famous." Mercedes shrugs. "But sheesh, I sure don't want to get on your bad side. Burping up slugs is like—" Mercedes shudders at the thought, "evil."
Charlie did feel a little bad. Slugs were gross and she had made Santana miss all of her next class. But the spell only lasted for ten minutes so overall it wasn't that bad. "We are Slytherin." Charlie smirks, turning the corner to find her two sisters already pouring over the books. She stops short when a disturbingly familiar Gryffindor seated across from Brittany. "What are you doing here?"
"I was invited." Santana stands and reaches for her wand.
But Charlie wasn't about to be one-upped. "So was I."
"It's bad enough that Rachel is rooming with your twin, but no one said that you were coming," Santana turned to Rachel. "Do you know what she did to me?"
"I'd say we're about even considering you turned me into a glow stick," Charlie sneers still gripping onto her wand.
"I was burping up slugs and slime. Do you know how disgusting that is?" Santana shoots back. "I just accidentally—"
"Shush!" Rachel snaps at Santana, flushing when other members of their year turn to look at them and glare. "This is a library and Quinn's my roommate Santana, and Charlie's her sister. Which means that you two are going to have to learn to live with one another."
"At the very least you're going to have to learn to tolerate each other if you want us to make sure you both don't flunk out," Quinn adds not bothering to look up. She does stop for a moment and look at Charlie who looks semi-betrayed. "Look you two can prank each other and hate each other all you want, but not when we're trying to study. So, unless you're planning to practice what you learned in charm class today, put those wands away."
"Do they have to? I want to watch them duel," Brittany adds unhelpfully. Grinning at Charlie.
"They don't know enough for this to be interesting and they don't know how, and I don't think you want to be burping up slugs," Quinn reminded Brittany dryly before feeling Rachel kick her under the table. She forces a smile onto her face at Santana. "No offense."
Santana scowled and pointed her wand at Charlie, she didn't want to alienate her friends right now but there was no way that she was letting Charlie skate after what she did. She would just have to come up with something even worse than burping out slugs. She just didn't have any idea what that was right now. She narrows her eye, "Don't think that this is over, glow stick."
"Wouldn't dream of it slug breath," Charlie responds taking a seat her wand still in her hand. She wasn't going to disarm herself until Santana did and even then, she knew she'd never be able to trust the Gryffindor again. Or any Gryffindor and she also knew that Santana was going to need to retaliate. She would need to study more charms so she could remain one step ahead of Santana. Which shouldn't be hard, she was just a Gryffindor.
Santana eyes her warily, struck with the same hesitation before finally giving in. "Fine. Whatever. Just don't sit next to me."
"Wouldn't dream of it slug breath. You do know they have mints for that, right?" Charlie scoffs, settling down at the open end of the table with Mercedes following suit.
Santana turns to retort only to have Rachel nudge her with a pointed look. She rolls her eyes but settles back down. If she can't get even with Charlie here she's just going to have to find another way. She stops when Quinn slides her potion's notes toward Charlie and catches a glimpse of a fundamental mistake that's going to render the potion useless. "Uh—Quinn? I think you made a mistake."
"I don't make mistakes." Quinn scoffs with an air of superiority that feels too much like her twin.
Santana narrows her eyes. She should have stayed silent and let Quinn fail but she was trying to do the right thing. "You have that the potion needs to be stirred six times, clockwise. It's—"
"That's enough." Charlie huffs, reaching across the table to snatch the notes. "None of us are dumb enough to fall for that. So why don't you mind your own business Slimer."
Santana shakes her head and turns back to her own books. Fine. If that's how they wanted it to be, then they could face the consequences.