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Rating: T for some possible language and romance. And death.
This chapter is written by –Cori the Dork-
"Hi, my name is…" Stan Shunpike started.
"Yeah, don't even talk to me," Charlie said, not even looking at him. She had stolen a lawn chair and was lying across it, several feet from the mass chaos of the pool.
"But-"
"Don't make me hex you," she sighed, removing her sunglasses.
He looked as though he was going to attempt to say something else but slouched and walked away, probably to go cut himself.
Charlie sighed again and swung her legs over the side of the chair. It was time to do a little damage control. The sharks in the pool were not a good sign. Jaimy was hanging onto Snape and wasn't paying attention to anything.
Then she saw three Death Eaters levitating a chubby boy, laughing as the boy swung blindly at them. Literally blindly, as they had cast a blinding charm over his eyes.
"Hey! Cut it out!" she shouted, rushing over to them.
The Death Eaters apperated, leaving the boy to fall to the ground in a pitiful lump. Charlie recognized the pitiful lump as Neville Longbottom.
"Are you okay?" she asked, undoing the charms with a flick of her wand.
"Yeah." Nevillie said, blushing. "Hi."
"Hi," Charlie said with a smile.
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