Lottie has been catering to young saplings that had just sprouted in one of the herbology green houses. She’d volunteered as it coincided with the time she typically made her way to the area. The fair witch had just finished watering and was about to start re-potting a mandrake when her ears caught sound of a quarrel outside. Typically, she wouldn’t have interjected. After all everyone had a right to voice their feelings in a healthy manner. But this wasn’t that. Just from a glance out of the window it was apparent enough when she saw Lucius Malfoy seemingly irritated at what Lottie could recognize as a first year Gryffindor. Particularly as one of the young girls who’s excitedly praised her after Gryffindor’s quidditch win. She didn’t have to think twice before pulling off her gardening gloves and apron to join the unlikely pair.Â
Shaw knew Lucius. Being in the same year and of course with their families in similar social circles; she’d observed enough over the years to know he wasn’t someone that she’d want to associate with. Clearly just from a glance, neither did the tentative first year who was looking apologetic and frail. She’d barely closed to the door to the green house before she was calling over to the pair; hoping it would some what ease the first years to know they weren’t alone. “Lucius- Leave them alone, they weren’t doing any harm.” Charlotte spoke firmly, even if there was still a softness to her tone. There wasn’t a moment she hesitated before establishing herself between the male and the young students. For a moment she thought of what Wren would say. How when Lottie had ended up in the hospital, she’d atleast promised to try and stay out of trouble. It hadn’t exactly lasted long, but really she hoped it was just a simple misunderstanding and they could all gladly go about their days. But with Malfoy? She doubted it. “Are you really picking on first years? Doesn’t that seem a little low to you?” The witch questioned, brows furrowed lightly with concern. @kingofthemanor​
