Magical Charm

by Dragon's That Fly

The war has ended - at the Department Of Mysteries - and new things have begin within the Wizardning Community, especially, among the Hogwarts community. Carrie, Izzy, and Mione have returned for their sixth year, at Hogwarts; and there is a new teacher.

4. Chapter 4

Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Four

Title: One

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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Weeks rolled into the first month at Hogwarts. I continued on with my Magical Power training, with Michele; and things were getting more intense between us – not in a bad way, mind you, but our easy-come-easy-go friendship; was becoming more trying as the days rolled on. There was still that playfulness in our interactions; but now it felt more real, not just a game anymore, it felt like something new. Something exciting. Something … undeniably, sensuous.

02nd of October '08

I woke just as Mione alarm went off; and fell, gracelessly, out of bed. I rubbed my forehead, where I'd landed; and dashed into the bathroom. I hated the rush, in the morning – once everyone was awake.

I washed my face, relaxingly; and showered.

I walked back into the room; as Izzy, and Pav, woke. "Hey."

"Hello." They smiled, dreamily.

I sat down near the dresser. I dotted, then smoothed, eye-crème, under my eyes; and face-crème, on my face. I smoothed, liquid, foundation on, smoothly. I lined my eyes with, soft-tipped, black pencil liner; tracing around the lines with black eye-shadow; gently, dabbing platinum shadow on my inner corners. With a nude lip. And, elegantly, twirled my hair into a half-up half-down updo.

I dressed, in: a Donna Karan twisted stretch-jersey grey top; Current/Elliott The Stiletto cropped printed low-rise pink-and-crème skinny jeans; Dolce & Gabbana sequined leather platform blue-and-silver pumps; Bottega Veneta intrecciato-panelled white leather shoulder bag.

Great Hall

"Hey, Carrie."

"Hi, Toni." I smiled, amiably, at Michele's youngest son.

"Going to see dad today?"

"I see him everyday, darling."

"Oh yeah."

"Hey, Carrie."

"Hi, No."

"Hi, Toni."

"Hello."

"See you guys later?"

"Sure thing; we'll pop to see dad, after your lesson." No confirmed.

"Great. That might induce me to stay for a cuppa, with you dad."

"Dad's told us about your refusal to have coffee with him."

"Has he now?" I laughed, merrily. "I'll see you guys, later."

Defence Against The dark Arts class

I flew down at the Defence corridor, as if the devil was on my tail; and knocked, loudly, at the Defence classroom door. "Finally. Isobel through you'd been eaten by something."

"Of course she would. I was in the library."

"Where else would you be?"

"Don't." I wasn't in the friendliest of moods; since I'd crashed in the library, and was woken, by a very anxious, Irma Pince.

"Such a wonderful mood." I rolled my eyes; and entered the class.

"Now that everyone has arrived," Michele began; giving me a, pointed, look; "Let us begin. This week we shall be focusing in non-verbal jinxes. You should pair up; and begin the, simple, jinxes on page 45. Begin."

After School

For the last lesson on Thursday I had Herbology, in Greenhouse 6. I trekked back up to the school; with Izzy; and we walked, slowly, up to the common room. I threw my handbag on my bed; and walked down the Defence classroom.

I walked into the classroom; up the stairs to the office, when I heard voices – "It won't hurt for one dinner."

"I'm busy, Faye. I have job; speaking of which, I have a student coming in, round about now. If you'll excuse me. You should just take the boys; and I'll get them on Sunday."

"Fine. You can't blame me for trying."

"Of course. Now, please. The boys are either in Gryffindor common room, or the library."

I chose that moment to knock. "Come." I opened the door; and smiled, softly, at Michele, and his guest 'Faye'. "Carolina."

"Sorry I'm late."

"You're actually on time."

"My iPhone's fast."

"Of course it is."

"So you're the infamous Carolina Riddle."

"Not so infamous, but yes." Offering her my hand.

"Faye Grant."

"Pleasure."

"If you'll excuse us, Faye."

"Of course, Michele. Miss Riddle."

"Mrs. Grant." I smiled a, sickly sweet, smile. She turned, in a huff; and left the room.

"I wander what side of the bed she woke up on?"

"Merlin alone knows."

"C'mon."

Gryffindor common room

I found the girls reading Witch Weekly; and took a seat by them. "So." Izzy sat up, straight; and grinned. "I met the boys' mother today."

"Mother?"

"Michele's ex-wife, Mione."

"I know what you mean. What happened?"

"There's a, serious, twig stuck up her arse."

Izzy doubled over laughing. "Only you'd say that, Carrie."