Whom shall I Marry?
(Bronze): Charis Crouch (née Black): 1919 – 1973) was a pure-blood witch, the third daughter of Arcturus Black and Lysandra Yaxley and sister of Callidora and Cedrella. She was married to Caspar Crouch, and produced three children: a son and two daughters.
Challenge: Write about why Charis married Caspar.
He wasn't tall, or dark but he was handsome.
He was hot, where she was cold; an ember in the dying fires of her soul.
She was supposed to marry a Lestrange, or so her parents said. But he was a great ugly brute with a nasty temper. It didn't matter that he was the Captain of the Quidditch team.
Across the room she could feel his passion, goodness and tenderness. He was lanky and tall, with a voice that wasn't deep nor high, but his smile could light up the Great Hall.
He just…wasn't a Black.
Or a Slytherin.
Her parents would surely disown her if she married a Hufflepuff, pureblood or not.
But as those deep blue eyes caught her staring from across the hall, he grinned, blowing her a kiss.
"What are you looking at Black?" Lestrange asked, leaning on the table.
"My future husband," Charis replied in a daze, jumping when Lestrange touched her. "What in Merlin's name do you think you are doing?" She barked, standing from her seat, her long blond hair swishing in the air, her green eyes boring into his.
"Touching my future wife," Lestrange grinned, and she felt sick to her stomach.
"I wouldn't marry you if you were the last toad in the swamp." She growled, turning on her heal and walking quickly toward the Hufflepuff table. "Crouch!"
"Charis?" Caspar said, rising from his seat. He was very aware that all the heads were on her as she stood there, back straight and head high, her bottom lip trembling at the attention. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "On time for our date I see, punctual as always." As he came around to stand by her, offering her his arm, she smiled and he felt his heart skip a beat. "Marry me?"
"Do you even have to ask?"