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There she was again. Her long, straight brown hair was swirling around her shoulders as she laughed with all of her friends. She was never alone; there was always some sort of pack around her, filled with laughing, gossiping kids. She didn't even go to the bathroom alone; there were always a girl or two going there with her. She was one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts: Quidditch captain, top student, prankster extraordinaire. The only person better than her was James Potter, and even then in was a close call. He was always trying to upstage her, him and his gang. This included Sirius Black.
Snape hated Sirius Black.he hated Black with everything he had in him. Black liked her too, and Black had a much better chance of capturing her heart. Snape, on the other hand, had almost no chance. She was a Ravenclaw; he was a Slytherin. She was gorgeous and popular; Snape was greasy-haired and had no friends. Besides, Sirius had an inside track with her anyways: Remus Lupin. She had been practically best friends with Lupin ever since their first year when they met on the Hogwarts Express. Their friendship was an odd one, when you thought about it. Lupin was a quiet bookworm; he wasn't as handsome or popular as Potter or Black. Yet, it was Lupin who had caught her eye. Black was friends with Lupin too. Because of this, he was able to hang out with her without looking like he fancied her or anything. Her friends approved of Sirius and James much more than of Lupin. But she didn't care.
"Charlotte!" Sirius's voice rang out across the Great Hall.
"Just keep walking," Snape pleaded her silently. "For once, just don't hear him, don't listen to him." Instead, Charlotte turned around. Snape looked at her wonderfully tan face, her fantastically alive green eyes, her softly red lips.
"Hey!" she shouted. Snape's eyes were immediately looking at his shoes. Did she notice him staring at her? He could feel the blood rush to his pale face already.
"Come over here, Sirius!" she turned towards her group. "Go on ahead of me," she told them. They left noisily, a few of them yelling out reminders of not to be late to class.
Snape was watching her out of the corner of his eyes. He looked at her face and thought about how beautiful she was.
"Watch it, Snivellus." Sirius had rammed into him from behind, knocking him over. As he pulled himself up off the ground, Snape felt the old anger, the loathing, return. He just had to be humiliated in front of her, didn't he? At least she didn't laugh.
Charlotte's lips formed a huge smile. "Sirius! Tell me! Did James recognize my handwriting on the hate letter?" Her beautiful ringing laughter filled Snape's ears.
"Sort of," Sirius responded, after having a laugh of his own. "I'll tell you about it on the way to your class." They walked off, Snape staring after them, tortured. What did she see in Black? Why wouldn't she look at him? A bell rang somewhere, announcing for the second time that it was time for class.
"Oh God!" Snape shouted. "Classes!" He hurried off to the dungeons for potions, knowing that he was already late.
There she was again. Her long, straight brown hair was swirling around her shoulders as she laughed with all of her friends. She was never alone; there was always some sort of pack around her, filled with laughing, gossiping kids. She didn't even go to the bathroom alone; there were always a girl or two going there with her. She was one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts: Quidditch captain, top student, prankster extraordinaire. The only person better than her was James Potter, and even then in was a close call. He was always trying to upstage her, him and his gang. This included Sirius Black.
Snape hated Sirius Black.he hated Black with everything he had in him. Black liked her too, and Black had a much better chance of capturing her heart. Snape, on the other hand, had almost no chance. She was a Ravenclaw; he was a Slytherin. She was gorgeous and popular; Snape was greasy-haired and had no friends. Besides, Sirius had an inside track with her anyways: Remus Lupin. She had been practically best friends with Lupin ever since their first year when they met on the Hogwarts Express. Their friendship was an odd one, when you thought about it. Lupin was a quiet bookworm; he wasn't as handsome or popular as Potter or Black. Yet, it was Lupin who had caught her eye. Black was friends with Lupin too. Because of this, he was able to hang out with her without looking like he fancied her or anything. Her friends approved of Sirius and James much more than of Lupin. But she didn't care.
"Charlotte!" Sirius's voice rang out across the Great Hall.
"Just keep walking," Snape pleaded her silently. "For once, just don't hear him, don't listen to him." Instead, Charlotte turned around. Snape looked at her wonderfully tan face, her fantastically alive green eyes, her softly red lips.
"Hey!" she shouted. Snape's eyes were immediately looking at his shoes. Did she notice him staring at her? He could feel the blood rush to his pale face already.
"Come over here, Sirius!" she turned towards her group. "Go on ahead of me," she told them. They left noisily, a few of them yelling out reminders of not to be late to class.
Snape was watching her out of the corner of his eyes. He looked at her face and thought about how beautiful she was.
"Watch it, Snivellus." Sirius had rammed into him from behind, knocking him over. As he pulled himself up off the ground, Snape felt the old anger, the loathing, return. He just had to be humiliated in front of her, didn't he? At least she didn't laugh.
Charlotte's lips formed a huge smile. "Sirius! Tell me! Did James recognize my handwriting on the hate letter?" Her beautiful ringing laughter filled Snape's ears.
"Sort of," Sirius responded, after having a laugh of his own. "I'll tell you about it on the way to your class." They walked off, Snape staring after them, tortured. What did she see in Black? Why wouldn't she look at him? A bell rang somewhere, announcing for the second time that it was time for class.
"Oh God!" Snape shouted. "Classes!" He hurried off to the dungeons for potions, knowing that he was already late.
