❥ — a childhood memory charlotte/charloane
There weren’t many holidays where the entire family were all under the same roof, and by all, not only did it include the Edwards clan, but it included the Moores, the Westerfields, the Graydens, the Laws, and of course, the Sharp-Westerfields. There weren’t many places that could all those people. At this point, the family had spanned over 50+ wizards, witches, and even muggles - and that was before they had added any friends onto the guest list. However, for the 60th Wedding Anniversary of Clause & Charmaine Moore, the patriarch and matriarch of this well-loved family, everyone had made arrangements to attend, especially since they’d saved the date so close to Christimas time.
In the midst of this large family she rarely ever got to see and experience, an eight-year old Charlotte was timid to say the least. She’d brought a book on the History of House Elves, only after she highly convinced her Mum that it was her conversational armor. After all, this was primarily Mimi’s side of the family and even she still found trouble trying to find her place around everyone.
As she was minding her business, still seated in her chair hours after finishing dinner, she suddenly felt the book she’d been reading slip up out of her hands. It was floating high above her, yet she had nothing to do with it. Considering Char was short as her bio-mother had been, she formulated a plan to get closer and pull it down. Her chair was sturdy enough, and so one foot at a time, she propped herself up, but by the time she’d gotten her balance together, the book had zipped right by her to float almost ten feet away.
Charlotte followed the floating book to turn towards the possible culprit of this prank. She assumed it was possibly Harry, as he’d always hated whenever Charlotte brought books around. Instead, she found a girl she’d only ever met a handful of times - who she’d also rarely ever seen without her missing pair.
“Danica, what are you doing?”
No response, besides the snarking, little laugh from the other eight year old girl.
“Danicaaaaa, give me back my book. I’m gonna tell!!”
Still no response, besides D’s arms closing across her chest and an arrogant smile across her face.
Sounding more stern now, in order to try and affirm her assertiveness, Charlotte commanded, “Danica, this isn’t funny. I just want my book back, if you could please just-”
Then the pair that shared the same face as Danica appeared behind her to suddenly call out her partner.
“Danica. Stop.”
Danica looked at her sister Sloane, her jaw dropped in shock.
“But-”
“Drop it.”
Danica could tell Sloane really meant it, and she always did what Sloane told her to do. So that’s exactly what she did. With a flick of her wand, Danica let the book drop to the floor, stomped her foot in a huff, and ran away to go look for something else to entertain herself.
As Char was still standing on top of her chair, Sloane walked over to where the book had dropped and took it over to hand it back to Charlotte. “Here.” Charlotte slowly stepped down from the chair, with a face still stunned at what had just happened. Once she took the book from Sloane, and the girl had long gone away, Char sat back down in her chair, cracking open her book... just enough to thrust her face in it, to hide just how bad her face had blushed a deep shade of red.
