Prologue- Part two:

Charlotte walked down the hall of her tiny apartment, picking up things here and there and putting them into their rightful place. She had unpacked nearly all of her boxes and was now hanging pictures and other trinkets on the newly painted walls. She had now either been spending all of her time fixing everything she had disliked about her home, or she was constantly found with someone in her company.

"Charlotte will you stop!" Aimee called from the doorway to the kitchen. She stepped out to keep Charlotte from getting to her bedroom. "You are being utterly crazy with thissorting-thing, Charlotte, so stop, because you 're driving everyone mad!"

"Aimee, I'm not doing anything I normally wouldn't." Charlotte answered her nonchalantly.

Aimee laughed, grabbed Charlotte's shoulders, and looked her in the eye, "Yes mate, that's why you now have a house that looks like it's liveable. Get over it!" Aimee turned around and walked back into the kitchen and grabbed something off the wall and shook it. "What is this?" Charlotte shrugged to herself as Aimee tossed the object to the side

"Charlotte you were- are my friend and everyone is worried about your sanity. He left months ago and yet you still walk around like your life is over! Why didn't you bloody tell him anyway?" Charlotte set down the clothesshe had in her hands and sat down on her newly bought couch.

"This isn't about him anyway."

"Like hell it's not. Personally, I think you deserved it mate, but no matter how much I do, I'd rather have you going around being yourself. Part of the fun of being your friend is that you are a sarcastic drama queen that's mean to everyone. We can't have you any other way." Aimee smiled as she stood in from of Charlotte, who now had her feet proppedup on the coffee table.

"Thanks for all that." Charlotte rolled her eyes and got up, picking up a glass and taking it to the kitchen.

"Where did you get that mask?" Aimee asked from the living room area.

"Chris' dad gave it to me so I have no clue." She stated as she washed the cup and put it away.

"You are one clean sad person. Why would you clean? There are so many better things one could do with there mopping time, and you pick clean?" Aimee shook her head in thought. "I would have thought you'd be a drunk or something."

"You are the drunk one, Aimee, not me."

"I don't understand that. You are the party goer, and, I might add, the one that got severely drunk in third year back at Hogwarts, and I mean to the point you spent time in the infirmary."

"Sure, Aimee." Charlotte said as she walked back down the hall. Aimee knew very well that she was ignoring her, but she didn't really care. If she kept talking, one of the days to come, she would have to listen.

"If I remember correctly that was about him too."

"Aimee, shut it. Your opinion has been noted, but just not accepted. I know for a fact you have a date with your lover-boy in not too long, so why don't you go run along."

"I want to know what has gotten into you before I go!"

"Nothing is wrong!"

"You're a bad liar, you always have been." Aimee walked to the front door and stopped. "I know you miss him, but he's an owl away and you could easily write him."

"And say what exactly?" Charlotte crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her balance onto her right foot.

"Perhaps that you lied and that you are sorry?" Aimee noted that Charlotte wasn't even looking at her, but rather past her. She turned her glance to what her friend could possibly be looking at, but before she could, Charlotte walked over to the window and pulled it open.

"I have a letter."

"And?" Aimee added curiously.

"And what?" She answered as she untied the letter from the little brown owls leg. It hooted appreciatively and began cleaning its speckled brown and white feathers.

"Who's it from and what's it about?"

"Maybe you shouldn't be so impatient and wait for me to open the bloody thing!" Charlotte growled annoyed.

"I'm only curious."

"That I can tell." She paused and looked at the seal to the letter. "It's from Hogwarts." She said blankly.

"Aren't you a little old to be going back?" Aimee joked.

"They want me to teach Defense."

"What?!" Aimee grabbed the letter from her shorter friend's hands, "Merlin, they actually do want you to teach Defense. Wonder what they were thinking when they suggested it, hmm."

"Aimee, I had top scores during the three years I attended."

"No need to rub it in…" Aimee sat on the couch and looked at the vampire pictures on the wall. "Neat pictures. I like that one with the teeth showing, looks creepy, but yet cool." Charlotte walked into the kitchen and Aimee could hear the scratching of a quill on parchment. "What are you writing?" She called into the other room.

"I'm accepting."

"The job?"

"Yes, what else would I be?"

"You are going because he's there, aren't you?" Aimee pointed her finger towards her.

"Of course not. He's in London and Hogwarts in Scotland, quite a few hours in between there you know. I just think it will be fun and something different for once."

"What about this job? Can't just leave them hanging."

"They'll understand."

"You are going because of him. I know you well enough. You'd do anything if it meant there was a chance you'd get to see him at least once."

"Don't be daft."

"Lie all you want then. I have to go meet Charlie for dinner."

"Later then." Was all Charlotte said as Aimee got off the couch and walked down the hall and out the door. Charlotte looked over her letter once again:

Headmaster Dumbledore

I would be honored to teach this up and coming year of Defense students. I have thought it through and know that I am in for a tough year since your past year has not been as delightful as you would have liked, and how many new arrivals there will be. I am fully capable of bringing the students up to what they should already know and beyond. I do ask though that I have free range to teach how I think is fit, if that is not too much to ask for. However, I will do as you ask as well, I will be on my best behavior.

X Charlotte F. Malfoy

She nodded and then tied it to the owl before sending it off. She looked around her home before heading to her room for a slight nap. She had worn herself down quite a lot that day and was in desperate need of some sleep, for she also hadn't slept in nearly three days.