A/N: Just a note: I purposely got the word Bludger wrong a lot in this,
because Charlotte can't remember the name. Please no reviews correcting me.
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fall off their brooms and yada yada…
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Charlotte had to smirk as she applauded herself on her "joke" against her mother's fertility obsession (*Of course, knowing Mother, she'll take me seriously*) and stepped out of the booth. She grimaced as she stepped on the edge of the curtain and almost fell flat on her face.
"A date?"
Charlotte looked up and saw Sirius Black. *Of course, dimwit. He was standing there when you went into the booth, and he's standing there now.* "Oh, yeah, well, Mother…" Charlotte realized that it would be impossible to explain the workings of her mother's mind over a thirty second impromptu meeting. "No, I don't," she finally said. It was short, and got right to the point.
"Okay…"
*Great, Charlie. Now he's going to think you're crazy. Score one for the short girl.* "I just needed an excuse to, erm, hang up."
"Right," Sirius nodded, but Charlie was irked at how amused he sounded. "Well, we're having the student-faculty Quidditch fundraiser this afternoon during the students' rest hour. It's starting…" Sirius checked his watch. "…now. Interested? The whole school will be there."
"Sure," said Charlie, quickly scanning her brain for previous engagements and drawing a blank. "Will Severus, or do I need to drag him down there myself?"
"Ha," Sirius scoffed with a surprisingly bitter laugh. "You only catch Severus at Slytherin Quidditch matches, as far as social events go. Besides, he brews Remus's potion every rest period. It takes the whole hour, but I think Severus likes it that way. Then he doesn't need to make excuses to not appear in daylight."
Charlotte, as Severus's sister, was perturbed. It was her right to make fun of her brother, and her right only. "Daylight? If I do recall, Azkaban didn't have much of that, did it, Sirius?"
Sirius gave her a hard look, and then broke into a "ha-ha-that's-not- funny" type of grin. "Whatever. Listen, Charlie, I'm going to the match. Are you coming?"
"Fine," Charlie sighed, grabbing her windbreaker, "but only I make the Severus jokes, agreed?"
"Agreed," said Sirius. He propped the door open as they left the staff room.
"Miss Snape!"
Charlotte heard the address as she simultaneously walked into a man not much bigger than herself. Sirius chuckled from where he held the door open, although Charlie didn't know if it was because she had been called "Miss Snape" or she was walking into people.
She stepped back and tensed; it was Professor Dumbledore, looking frazzled. "Sorry!" Charlie blurted as her hand flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where—"
"Nonsense!" Dumbledore waved it off with his weathered hand. "I was rushing myself. Sirius, you're late for the game!"
Charlie turned, surprised. "You're playing?"
Before Sirius could reply, Dumbledore stepped in. "And so are you, Miss Snape. Or what are they calling you… 'Miss Dames,' is it? Anyway, I just recalled that Remus couldn't play without having taken his medication, and Severus—your brother—is just starting it. It's a safety hazard. Go suit up, Miss Sna—er, Dames. Same for you, Sirius."
Charlie opened her mouth to protest, but Dumbledore was already swiftly walking away. It was almost magical, as if each step he took was an apparition; he was so quick and lithe! Charlie, in that instant, resented this for her Quidditch skills had never been tested.
"I've never played Quidditch," Charlie admitted as the door swung closed behind herself and Sirius, "but I've tried the Muggle game, basketball, and I'm awful."
"Don't worry. You can't be worse than Minerva!" Sirius laughed, and Charlotte knew he was thinking of a specific memory. *Of course, I didn't share in it since it's my first year. Thanks for leaving me out cold with no idea what's going on, Sirius. Always a pleasure.*
"Uh huh," she nodded numbly.
They split up at the boys and girls locker room, and Charlotte timidly stepped inside. Minerva McGonnagel and Candace Sprout were changing nervously in the corner, and the female students—Gryffindors Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Hufflepuff Uma Sullivan—were chatting busily on the other side of the locker room. Charlotte smiled uneasily towards Minerva and Candace, who were obviously uncomfortable with stripping to their undergarments in front of people, although not a word was said.
A moment passed, and Charlotte felt awkward. "Uh, you guys can change in the bathroom stalls if you'd like," she said, and Candace and Minerva seemed to take this suggestion to heart as they immediately scurried away, leaving Charlie to roll her eyes and change clothes.
Apparently the teachers were to wear white and, judging by Katie, Angelina, and Umas's robes, the students were to be in red. Charlotte though that it was unpractical for soon to be dirty robes to be white and felt funny underneath her robe's thick fabric.
Minerva and Candace emerged with funny faces on. Neither seemed to be dissatisfied with her robes so Charlotte kept her mouth shut. She noticed Uma Sullivan approaching her. "You're the new DADA teacher, right?"
"D-A-D-what?" Charlotte was dumbfounded.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. DADA." Uma stated this, blinking rapidly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh. Right. I'd never heard it abbreviated that way before." Charlotte blushed and tried to head towards the exit; Angelina Johnson stepped in her path with an eager face on. *What now?*
"Is it true that you're Snape's sister?" the curly-haired Gryffindor chaser blurted out. Katie Bell nudged Angelina, and they stood there waiting.
"No," Charlie replied. "I'm his twin brother." She didn't wait for the comment to register in the seventeen-year-old girls' brains; instead, she quickly strode out. But before the door swung shut, she heard one girl:
"Ewwwwwwwww!"
"What are you laughing at?" Charlie had been joined by Sirius as she left the locker room, giggling profusely.
"Nothing," she smiled, pulling on the left pant leg of her robe. *They have torture spells. They have anti-werewolf potions. And yet they have no charms for bunching hosiery?*
Madame Hooch issued the 5-minute whistle and Sirius and Charlie were stampeded as Katie, Angelina, and Uma bounded out of the locker room, followed by the tentative teachers. "Charlie, over here!" Sirius had escaped and beckoned to her as he walked to where the teachers had huddled.
Charlie pushed her way between Sirius and Filius Flitwick. She scanned the faces and was surprised to see almost all of the teachers there. Sybil Trelawny (who had been already dressed before Charlotte arrived) was crouching beside Hagrid as Candace Sprout and Minerva McGonnagel joined the huddle. Filius had smeared black paint under his eyes, appearing comical to Charlotte. She snickered, but everyone just looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Okay," said Sirius officially. "Just like we planned. I'm Seeker; Sybil, Candace, and Minerva are Chasers; Hagrid is keeper; Filius and Remus are—wait…" Sirius shot Charlotte a sheepish look. "Looks like you and Filius are beaters, Charlie."
"You can't be serious!" Charlotte moaned. "I could get… I could get injured!"
"Duh," said Filius. He looked ready for action in a laughable way.
"I still don't see why Argus couldn't have done this," she griped.
"Argus, 'e's too old to sit on a rocker, 'e is, let alone a broom," Hagrid cracked.
"TIME!" wailed Hooch. Sirius opened his mouth to yell something irritatingly her, but clamped it shut and instead opted for a head motions towards the field. The seven teachers mounted their brooms.
Charlie looked warily at her broom. "Accio broom," she said in a very small voice. Nothing happened. "Accio broom…? Accio broom? Accio? Broom?" Charlie looked timidly around. Everyone else was rising in the air. "Come ON, broom, work!" she hissed. "Accio broom! Accio broom! ACCIO BROOM—OOF!" Charlotte doubled over as the broom shot up and hit her between the legs. Regaining herself as she rose in the air, she caught a funny look from Sirius. *Ouch. It's times like this that I'm glad I'm have two X chromosomes rather than being a guy. That could have greatly affected my impregnating abilities. Oh, Mother!* Charlotte groaned. Anything remotely related to birth reminded her of her mother; she imagined that her future husband would not appreciate that.
Another deafening whistle infiltrated Charlotte's eardrums, and she scowled towards Hooch although the referee was busy reprimanding George Weasley. The match had begun. "Alright, broom. Steady, broom. Just stay far, far away from the Smudgers—er, Cudgers? Whatever."
"Charlie! Stop talking to your broom and get over here!" Charlotte whipped around, almost falling off of her broom as she noticed it was Minerva snapping at her as the Transfiguration teacher dodged a Ludger—Dudger?
"Oh, sorry!" she tried to call, but the wind drowned her out. She spun wildly as the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers. "What happened? What?"
"Johnson scored for the students," spat Sirius as he whizzed by in pursuit of the Snitch, which disappeared no sooner then he had seen it. "Look alive, Charlie!"
"Huh?"
"LOOK ALI—"
THUD. CRACK. The crowd gasped in unison, and had this not been so funny it would have been humorous to hear. All of the brooms stopped midair as the audible sound effects pervaded their eardrums.
No, Charlotte Lucy Dames-Snape was not knocked from the broom, sending the helpless and unconscious damsel to fall to the ground, thus a miraculous swoop by a soon to be adoring admirer to ensue, as well as an urgent dash to the infirmary.
No. That didn't happen. Although soon Charlie would wish it had.
Instead, Charlie swore. And she swore. And she swore. And, yes, she swore. She swore until Minerva charmed the 1st years' ears so that they couldn't hear (causing about a thousand students to scream about how they'd suddenly become "deaf") all of the swearing going on. She swore until the pain kicked in and she just screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
The Pudger—er, Wudger?—had hit her square in the mouth and the cracking sound was undoubtedly her teeth. She was perfectly conscious, and was repeatedly wishing she wasn't, and was perfectly placed on her broom, although she wished she had fallen to a gloomy but memorable death.
Everyone sped over, and as tears did NOT well in her eyes, Charlotte spotted Sirius hovering over her. His jaw was clenched firmly, but his eyes were of concern. "Charlie? Charlie, are you okay?"
"That's an opinion of judgment," she tried to reply bitterly, but with half of her teeth smashed, it sounded more like "Ah in up in unun mint."
And NO, Charlotte did NOT have to go to the infirmary. Filius scanned his brain for the appropriate charm and fixed her teeth in a snap (of the wand). Although her teeth were repaired (even the back one she chipped when she was seven), they still ached something awful.
"Maybe you should go lie down or something," Sirius grumbled, pouting a bit.
*MY GOSH! I just got hit in the face with a Cudger, and all he cares about is winning his stupid Quidditch match. It's not like I'm good anyway, but some SYMPATHY. I should've gotten a concussion. Maybe it's not too late to fall…*
Charlotte shifted her eyes from side to side and then slowly began to tilt backwards. *I can do this. I can fall. Somebody will save me, right? Yes. Yes they will. Okay… Ready? Set?*
"Charlie, what are you doing?" Sirius snapped, eying her, irritated.
"I… I…"
"What are you doing, taking a nap on your broom? Sit up, go rest in your room, and stop acting like a child!" Sirius demanded, pursing his lips and giving her a condescending look.
"You're acting like Sev!" Charlotte frowned, crossing her arms across her chest and slowly maneuvering the broom downward.
"Severus!?" She had obviously struck an emotional cord here. "I am NOT like Severus! Charlie, get back here! I am NOT! Charlie! I'm warning you…"
"Oh, stuff it," Charlotte mumbled, dismounting her broom and sauntering towards her bedroom. The bedroom was nice enough, with an engraved stone floor and maroon velvet curtains, but it, along with the rest of the teacher's dorms, were much too far from the main sections of Hogwarts, including the Quidditch field.
By the time she gave the password to her stone door ("Entra aqui"), her feet hurt as well as her teeth. It was only mid-afternoon, but a nap was well in order. Charlotte went to the mirror to brush her auburn hair out from a messy bun. She didn't care much how she looked in front of her students, but Charlie decided that she looked okay anyway.
"C'mon, child," soothed the mirror, "flash me one of those pearly grins."
Charlotte thought for a moment; she could launch an explanation about how a Fudger had hit her in the face, therefore causing it to hurt like Hades every time her teeth grazed each other. The term, "Grin and bear it," took on a new expression, and so Charlotte clenched them together and smiled a big, toothy grin at the mirror.
A scream rang out, and Charlotte later would wonder if it was she or the mirror. "My teeth," she said calmly, her fists balling up, "are green. My teeth are green. Somebody needs to be shot."
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Charlotte had to smirk as she applauded herself on her "joke" against her mother's fertility obsession (*Of course, knowing Mother, she'll take me seriously*) and stepped out of the booth. She grimaced as she stepped on the edge of the curtain and almost fell flat on her face.
"A date?"
Charlotte looked up and saw Sirius Black. *Of course, dimwit. He was standing there when you went into the booth, and he's standing there now.* "Oh, yeah, well, Mother…" Charlotte realized that it would be impossible to explain the workings of her mother's mind over a thirty second impromptu meeting. "No, I don't," she finally said. It was short, and got right to the point.
"Okay…"
*Great, Charlie. Now he's going to think you're crazy. Score one for the short girl.* "I just needed an excuse to, erm, hang up."
"Right," Sirius nodded, but Charlie was irked at how amused he sounded. "Well, we're having the student-faculty Quidditch fundraiser this afternoon during the students' rest hour. It's starting…" Sirius checked his watch. "…now. Interested? The whole school will be there."
"Sure," said Charlie, quickly scanning her brain for previous engagements and drawing a blank. "Will Severus, or do I need to drag him down there myself?"
"Ha," Sirius scoffed with a surprisingly bitter laugh. "You only catch Severus at Slytherin Quidditch matches, as far as social events go. Besides, he brews Remus's potion every rest period. It takes the whole hour, but I think Severus likes it that way. Then he doesn't need to make excuses to not appear in daylight."
Charlotte, as Severus's sister, was perturbed. It was her right to make fun of her brother, and her right only. "Daylight? If I do recall, Azkaban didn't have much of that, did it, Sirius?"
Sirius gave her a hard look, and then broke into a "ha-ha-that's-not- funny" type of grin. "Whatever. Listen, Charlie, I'm going to the match. Are you coming?"
"Fine," Charlie sighed, grabbing her windbreaker, "but only I make the Severus jokes, agreed?"
"Agreed," said Sirius. He propped the door open as they left the staff room.
"Miss Snape!"
Charlotte heard the address as she simultaneously walked into a man not much bigger than herself. Sirius chuckled from where he held the door open, although Charlie didn't know if it was because she had been called "Miss Snape" or she was walking into people.
She stepped back and tensed; it was Professor Dumbledore, looking frazzled. "Sorry!" Charlie blurted as her hand flew to her mouth. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where—"
"Nonsense!" Dumbledore waved it off with his weathered hand. "I was rushing myself. Sirius, you're late for the game!"
Charlie turned, surprised. "You're playing?"
Before Sirius could reply, Dumbledore stepped in. "And so are you, Miss Snape. Or what are they calling you… 'Miss Dames,' is it? Anyway, I just recalled that Remus couldn't play without having taken his medication, and Severus—your brother—is just starting it. It's a safety hazard. Go suit up, Miss Sna—er, Dames. Same for you, Sirius."
Charlie opened her mouth to protest, but Dumbledore was already swiftly walking away. It was almost magical, as if each step he took was an apparition; he was so quick and lithe! Charlie, in that instant, resented this for her Quidditch skills had never been tested.
"I've never played Quidditch," Charlie admitted as the door swung closed behind herself and Sirius, "but I've tried the Muggle game, basketball, and I'm awful."
"Don't worry. You can't be worse than Minerva!" Sirius laughed, and Charlotte knew he was thinking of a specific memory. *Of course, I didn't share in it since it's my first year. Thanks for leaving me out cold with no idea what's going on, Sirius. Always a pleasure.*
"Uh huh," she nodded numbly.
They split up at the boys and girls locker room, and Charlotte timidly stepped inside. Minerva McGonnagel and Candace Sprout were changing nervously in the corner, and the female students—Gryffindors Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Hufflepuff Uma Sullivan—were chatting busily on the other side of the locker room. Charlotte smiled uneasily towards Minerva and Candace, who were obviously uncomfortable with stripping to their undergarments in front of people, although not a word was said.
A moment passed, and Charlotte felt awkward. "Uh, you guys can change in the bathroom stalls if you'd like," she said, and Candace and Minerva seemed to take this suggestion to heart as they immediately scurried away, leaving Charlie to roll her eyes and change clothes.
Apparently the teachers were to wear white and, judging by Katie, Angelina, and Umas's robes, the students were to be in red. Charlotte though that it was unpractical for soon to be dirty robes to be white and felt funny underneath her robe's thick fabric.
Minerva and Candace emerged with funny faces on. Neither seemed to be dissatisfied with her robes so Charlotte kept her mouth shut. She noticed Uma Sullivan approaching her. "You're the new DADA teacher, right?"
"D-A-D-what?" Charlotte was dumbfounded.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. DADA." Uma stated this, blinking rapidly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh. Right. I'd never heard it abbreviated that way before." Charlotte blushed and tried to head towards the exit; Angelina Johnson stepped in her path with an eager face on. *What now?*
"Is it true that you're Snape's sister?" the curly-haired Gryffindor chaser blurted out. Katie Bell nudged Angelina, and they stood there waiting.
"No," Charlie replied. "I'm his twin brother." She didn't wait for the comment to register in the seventeen-year-old girls' brains; instead, she quickly strode out. But before the door swung shut, she heard one girl:
"Ewwwwwwwww!"
"What are you laughing at?" Charlie had been joined by Sirius as she left the locker room, giggling profusely.
"Nothing," she smiled, pulling on the left pant leg of her robe. *They have torture spells. They have anti-werewolf potions. And yet they have no charms for bunching hosiery?*
Madame Hooch issued the 5-minute whistle and Sirius and Charlie were stampeded as Katie, Angelina, and Uma bounded out of the locker room, followed by the tentative teachers. "Charlie, over here!" Sirius had escaped and beckoned to her as he walked to where the teachers had huddled.
Charlie pushed her way between Sirius and Filius Flitwick. She scanned the faces and was surprised to see almost all of the teachers there. Sybil Trelawny (who had been already dressed before Charlotte arrived) was crouching beside Hagrid as Candace Sprout and Minerva McGonnagel joined the huddle. Filius had smeared black paint under his eyes, appearing comical to Charlotte. She snickered, but everyone just looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Okay," said Sirius officially. "Just like we planned. I'm Seeker; Sybil, Candace, and Minerva are Chasers; Hagrid is keeper; Filius and Remus are—wait…" Sirius shot Charlotte a sheepish look. "Looks like you and Filius are beaters, Charlie."
"You can't be serious!" Charlotte moaned. "I could get… I could get injured!"
"Duh," said Filius. He looked ready for action in a laughable way.
"I still don't see why Argus couldn't have done this," she griped.
"Argus, 'e's too old to sit on a rocker, 'e is, let alone a broom," Hagrid cracked.
"TIME!" wailed Hooch. Sirius opened his mouth to yell something irritatingly her, but clamped it shut and instead opted for a head motions towards the field. The seven teachers mounted their brooms.
Charlie looked warily at her broom. "Accio broom," she said in a very small voice. Nothing happened. "Accio broom…? Accio broom? Accio? Broom?" Charlie looked timidly around. Everyone else was rising in the air. "Come ON, broom, work!" she hissed. "Accio broom! Accio broom! ACCIO BROOM—OOF!" Charlotte doubled over as the broom shot up and hit her between the legs. Regaining herself as she rose in the air, she caught a funny look from Sirius. *Ouch. It's times like this that I'm glad I'm have two X chromosomes rather than being a guy. That could have greatly affected my impregnating abilities. Oh, Mother!* Charlotte groaned. Anything remotely related to birth reminded her of her mother; she imagined that her future husband would not appreciate that.
Another deafening whistle infiltrated Charlotte's eardrums, and she scowled towards Hooch although the referee was busy reprimanding George Weasley. The match had begun. "Alright, broom. Steady, broom. Just stay far, far away from the Smudgers—er, Cudgers? Whatever."
"Charlie! Stop talking to your broom and get over here!" Charlotte whipped around, almost falling off of her broom as she noticed it was Minerva snapping at her as the Transfiguration teacher dodged a Ludger—Dudger?
"Oh, sorry!" she tried to call, but the wind drowned her out. She spun wildly as the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers. "What happened? What?"
"Johnson scored for the students," spat Sirius as he whizzed by in pursuit of the Snitch, which disappeared no sooner then he had seen it. "Look alive, Charlie!"
"Huh?"
"LOOK ALI—"
THUD. CRACK. The crowd gasped in unison, and had this not been so funny it would have been humorous to hear. All of the brooms stopped midair as the audible sound effects pervaded their eardrums.
No, Charlotte Lucy Dames-Snape was not knocked from the broom, sending the helpless and unconscious damsel to fall to the ground, thus a miraculous swoop by a soon to be adoring admirer to ensue, as well as an urgent dash to the infirmary.
No. That didn't happen. Although soon Charlie would wish it had.
Instead, Charlie swore. And she swore. And she swore. And, yes, she swore. She swore until Minerva charmed the 1st years' ears so that they couldn't hear (causing about a thousand students to scream about how they'd suddenly become "deaf") all of the swearing going on. She swore until the pain kicked in and she just screamed. And screamed. And screamed.
The Pudger—er, Wudger?—had hit her square in the mouth and the cracking sound was undoubtedly her teeth. She was perfectly conscious, and was repeatedly wishing she wasn't, and was perfectly placed on her broom, although she wished she had fallen to a gloomy but memorable death.
Everyone sped over, and as tears did NOT well in her eyes, Charlotte spotted Sirius hovering over her. His jaw was clenched firmly, but his eyes were of concern. "Charlie? Charlie, are you okay?"
"That's an opinion of judgment," she tried to reply bitterly, but with half of her teeth smashed, it sounded more like "Ah in up in unun mint."
And NO, Charlotte did NOT have to go to the infirmary. Filius scanned his brain for the appropriate charm and fixed her teeth in a snap (of the wand). Although her teeth were repaired (even the back one she chipped when she was seven), they still ached something awful.
"Maybe you should go lie down or something," Sirius grumbled, pouting a bit.
*MY GOSH! I just got hit in the face with a Cudger, and all he cares about is winning his stupid Quidditch match. It's not like I'm good anyway, but some SYMPATHY. I should've gotten a concussion. Maybe it's not too late to fall…*
Charlotte shifted her eyes from side to side and then slowly began to tilt backwards. *I can do this. I can fall. Somebody will save me, right? Yes. Yes they will. Okay… Ready? Set?*
"Charlie, what are you doing?" Sirius snapped, eying her, irritated.
"I… I…"
"What are you doing, taking a nap on your broom? Sit up, go rest in your room, and stop acting like a child!" Sirius demanded, pursing his lips and giving her a condescending look.
"You're acting like Sev!" Charlotte frowned, crossing her arms across her chest and slowly maneuvering the broom downward.
"Severus!?" She had obviously struck an emotional cord here. "I am NOT like Severus! Charlie, get back here! I am NOT! Charlie! I'm warning you…"
"Oh, stuff it," Charlotte mumbled, dismounting her broom and sauntering towards her bedroom. The bedroom was nice enough, with an engraved stone floor and maroon velvet curtains, but it, along with the rest of the teacher's dorms, were much too far from the main sections of Hogwarts, including the Quidditch field.
By the time she gave the password to her stone door ("Entra aqui"), her feet hurt as well as her teeth. It was only mid-afternoon, but a nap was well in order. Charlotte went to the mirror to brush her auburn hair out from a messy bun. She didn't care much how she looked in front of her students, but Charlie decided that she looked okay anyway.
"C'mon, child," soothed the mirror, "flash me one of those pearly grins."
Charlotte thought for a moment; she could launch an explanation about how a Fudger had hit her in the face, therefore causing it to hurt like Hades every time her teeth grazed each other. The term, "Grin and bear it," took on a new expression, and so Charlotte clenched them together and smiled a big, toothy grin at the mirror.
A scream rang out, and Charlotte later would wonder if it was she or the mirror. "My teeth," she said calmly, her fists balling up, "are green. My teeth are green. Somebody needs to be shot."
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