Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Two

Title: Meeting (with you)

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: I only own: Carolina (Carrie) Riddle; Michele Merrill; Isobel Jameson; the plot; and other unrecognizable characters from the world Harry Potter.

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Author's Note: Tell me what you think, please.

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Two weeks had passed at Hogwarts; and things were, generally, quite nice. Everyone, still, had their clichés; but it was acceptable to socialize with those of other houses. The hostility seemed to dissipate between Harry, and Draco, so know we have a, considerably, larger group.

The weather, during the two weeks, had change, significantly, from the first few days of sunshine, the rain, and wind, had returned – in, typical, English fashion.

Like today for example – it was pouring with rain. And I had a meeting with Prof. Merton, about Merlin alone knows. I was his top student; it was, utterly, illogical.

15th of September '08

I rubbed my eyes, sleepily; and stretched. I looked out at the, still dark, Scottish mountains; and sighed – 'Always the early bird,' I thought. I climbed out of bed; and padded over to my book, on the dresser – The Tale For Two by Fate Oracle. It was an interesting novel; through I wouldn't recommend to those who weren't avid readers – like Mione, and I. the novel was based in magical France, about the trials, and tribulations, of student-teacher relationships. She was the daughter of a, local, Auror; and he was her Arithmancy professor – who'd been so since her arrival at Beauxbaton Academy of Magic. I flipped to chapter seven. Aimee (the student) had, just, returned from her Christmas holiday, in Toulouse.

The day, outside, began to dawn; and I looked up as the night faded into the day. I placed my book, on the window sill; and walked into the bathroom. I washed my face, relaxingly; and showered, washing my hair.

I walked through to the dresser, by the mirror. I dabbed, then smoothed, eye-crème, under my eyes; and face-crème, on my face. I smoothed, liquid, foundation on, carefully. I lined my eyes with a black pencil about a centimetre away from the outer corner; filling the lid with black eye-shadow, to the crease; and brushing smoky shadow on the outer corner. With a, soft, pink lip. And pulled my hair into an, workable, low ponytail.

I dressed, in: a One Vintage Samantha white-and-black-and-pink tunic; Current/Elliott The Stiletto polka-dot cropped low-rise purple skinny jeans; Christian Louboutin Lipsinka 120 pin-heeled (silver)-python pumps; and a DKNY textured-leather crème-coloured shoulder bag.

Great Hall

"Good morning, Carolina." I flicked my ponytail over one shoulder; and smiled, graciously, at Prof. Michele – as Drake, and Harry, had named him.

"Good morning, professor."

"I do hope you remember you have that appointment with me, this afternoon."

"Of course, professor." I smiled, politely. 'How could forget.'

I took a seat between Mione, and Izzy. "Hey."

"Where did you go?"

"The library. I was looking for something."

"As usual." Harry laughed.

After School

I left my handbag, in the dorm; but took my book. I was going to finish it today; and return it, by dinner. I was on chapter 15; and Jean-Carlo (the professor) had just proposed; and Aimee had passed out.

I made it to the Defence classroom; and knocked. No answer. I waited three minutes; and knocked. Still, no answer. I turned the door handle. No one. 'Bad luck'. I walked into the deserted classroom; and took a seat, near Prof. Michele's desk. I opened the book to page 105; and began to read. I didn't notice, or heard, the figure that entered. "Entrancing isn't it?"

"Professor!"

"I'm sorry I'm late; Tobias caught up with me."

"Not at all. I near finished my book."

"What do you think?"

"Strangely enough, he reminds me of you."

"Me?"

"I know. The way he comes across I have this picture of you."

"Reckless; free-spirited; and, decidedly, good humoured?"

"Yeah. Perhaps it's the way you come across; you have this err – spirit about you. But enough about the irrelevant; I want this book finished by dinner, so um, shall we?"

"Excellent. Coffee?"

"No."

"Of course. Though you will succumb one day."

"What wicked man, you are."

"And what, Carolina, do you call an immoral man?"

"A man who admired virtue."

"And a corrupted woman?"

"A woman every man does not tired of."

"How harsh you are."

"It's fact."

"Just like Tobias."

"I am nothing of the kind, Prof. Merrill."

"Of course not, Miss Riddle. Have a seat, darling."

"When shall tuition begin, professor?"

"A week from today, darling."

"Deal."

"You know I'm doing this for your own good – just honing the talent that already exists."

"I believe you. Thank you, professor, for you time."

"Don't say the word, sweet Carolina. And here, when you're done by this evening with The Tale For Two; here's the sequel; you'll adore it."

"I'll take you word for it."