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Charlotte Victus Claremont
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♣SECOND YEAR♣RAVENCLAW♣
Charlotte felt as if she had been slapped. For a split second she had been sure a warm greeting or at least some acknowledgement had been forth coming. Now she found herself staring off into a space, that might as well have been a vacuum sucking the life from her. She had known that few would greet her with gusto and that even fewer in Hogsmeade would greet her at all. Yet she had hoped that Nott at least would understand and that maybe he would...he would be her stable rock. Yet the meaning of his icy look and his ignoring her was the same as the pile of returned letters.
Get a grip! she thought to herself as she turned and continued on her way, there are more important things than lost friendships...and who is to say that they are lost. You certainly can't.
✗A springy 10 1/2 inch, Birch wood with a core of Jobberknoll feather✗
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