don't sleep so sound tonight. ♥

[lottie]

Chatwin Menai. [:
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It was late at night, about midnight, she supposed, and Charlotte couldn't sleep. She was thinking. The dance had just been a little while ago, and she had attended with a boy named Thomas Valentine. He seemed kind of mean-ish, but he was nice to her, and they even danced with one another. She thought it went well for her first dance, and hoped to see Thomas again sometime, but she'd heard that he left the school. That was quite disappointing, but she really couldn't do anything about it.

Now she was thinking about other things. She'd met quite a few people since arriving at the school, but she didn't have any close friends yet. However, there was one boy who was beginning to become a close friend. His name was Chatwin Menai and he was in Hufflepuff like Holland. He was really cute, and really sweet. He'd kissed her hand and even moved his seat from sitting with a bunch of girls just to sit with her. Charlotte was very touched by this, and wanted to get to know the boy better.

That's where the problem lies. Charlotte is a very shy girl. She blushed all the time around Chatwin and got very nervous around him. There was no way she'd be able to ask him to do something with her outside of class. She's way too shy to do that. That's what she was thinking about. How she really wanted to get to know Chatwin, but was too much of a pansy to do anything. Perhaps Chatwin would ask her on a date sometime. That would make her a very happy Little Lottie. [:

Wandering outside, Charlotte bit her lip. Her Monroe piercing was in, and it shone a bit in the moonlight. It was bloody cold outside, and she could see her breath exhale in clouds of fog. Her nose got all cold and so did her cheeks, luckily she had mittens. Hot pink mittens. And a hot pink zip-up hoodie with a purple hippo on it. She was also wearing gray skinny jeans, her hot pink high top Converse, and a black hat with ear flaps and strings. Lottie was a very cold person, though, so she was practically freezing outside even wearing all this stuff.

Shivering, she walked through Rose Petal Lane. Why she'd come here, she didn't know. But the roses sure did look beautiful. All frosted and glowing in the moonlight, the frost dazzling like diamonds. She bent down to sniff one, not hearing the person walking up from behind her. With her red and black hair down, she admired the roses with vivid green eyes.

[chatwin]

We stayed up at night much too late
Talking crap about The Secret Handshake
Talking about our life long mistakes
If only they knew, if only they knew


Awoken by such a crazy and twisted dream, or should I say nightmare, poor little Chatwin woke up in a jumbled mess of his colorful sheets. His comfy quilt laying pathetically on the side of his bed. A sigh escaped his mouth as his gaze fell to the quilt laying on the floor. The boy didn't feel very good at this point in time. He had no reason to. He had no friends, well, no real friends, and all of his family is back home. Although Chatwin is doing good in his classes, it still wasn't enough to get him by. You could say that his happy meter is at the non-existent point.

But- There was one thing that made this boy smile. Smile a true genuine smile. It was this girl Lottie that he had met during classes. He was starting to get sort of attached to her. Although he has little knowledge of this girl, he felt as if they had this 'connection' when they first met. I mean, what normal boy kisses a girl on the hand when they first meet? Honestly. Chatwin is obviously not a 'normal' boy, he's just Chatwin. So, let’s just end this paragraph, neh?

Throwing off the little sheets that were still tucked into the edge of his mattress, the boy sat up, feeling the slight chill in the dormitory air. Winter was coming, and it didn’t help that he got the sudden urge to go exploring at this time of the night. Wait- what time was it anyways? Looking at his magical Spiderman alarm clock, Chatwin squinted as his impaired vision improved. Gasp, it was 12:01 A.M. Amazing, no? He woke up just as it had turned midnight. Freaky... Ohwell, Chatwin didn’t believe in such silly nonsence, like karma and luck. It just didn’t seem reasonable. [Yet magic does? LOL]

Now fully awake, and rather cold, the boy somehow made his way to Rose Petal Lane. He didn’t know how, or why he went there, his legs just took him there. When he arrived at the head of the lane, Chatwin noticed a red-haired figure standing in the distance. It seemed to be a girl. Wait- it WAS a girl, right? Rubbing his eyes with his black My American Heart jacket, the boys vision allowed him to see that it was indeed a girl. GASP. Noticing that it was Lottie, the boy stopped dead in his tracks. Did he look okay? Although it was rather dark, and not to mention late, the boy looked down at his clothes; A black My American Heart jacket, Purple Volcom shirt, vintage wash jeans, and his infamous blue boat shoes. Confident, Chatwin brushed off his jacket, and stood a tad taller, sweeping his messy black hair to the side of his face.

Walking towards the girl all quiet-like, he noticed that she was examining one of the frozen roses. DING. An idea popped into the boys head as he looked all around him, being quiet obviously. He was in Rose Petal Lane, so why not give her a rose? Be a gentleman. Walking over to one random bush, Chatwin picked a long stemmed white rose, frozen petals still intact. Yes, now he was ready, he was ready to make the first move. Chatwinnie and Lottie-bug, oh what great friends they shall be. Possibly even more in the future? Boy he sure did hope so. Now, finally up behind her, the boy cleared his throat, his heart pounding.

”Why hello there m’lady.”

[lottie]

Charlotte was standing there in the cold night air, looking down at one of the roses. It really was truly beautiful. She wondered if when it defrosted it would shrivel up and die.That would be quite sad. But for now, it wasn't shriveled up, and she was going to admire its beauty.

However, while looking at the frozen rose, someone cleared their throat behind her. Immediately, she stood upright and turned around, a bit frightened as to who it might be. Maybe it was a Professor or Prefect that was going to get her in trouble for being out past curfew. Luckily, her green eyes met with the eyes of a certain Chatwin Menai. The one boy that she wanted to see more than anyone.

"Chatwin..." she breathed, her heart fluttering.

Looking into his eyes for a moment, she wondered what colour they were. It was hard to tell behind his hair. However, she made a goal for herself to find out the colour of his eyes by the end of the night. Breaking their eye contact for a moment, she saw the long-stemmed, frozen white rose in his hand. She wondered if it was for her, or if he had just picked it along the way. In any case, she was much too nervous to actually ask him if it was for her, plus, that would be a kind of rude thing to do, wouldn't you say?

Anyways, the tiny Mihael girl took in his appearance and smiled. She especially liked his jacket, and said, "My American Heart is a great band." Suddenly, she felt at ease with the boy. Ever since they met in the classrooms and just sat next to each other with a bit of flirtation, she felt like she could really develop something with this boy. Whether he would become a best friend or something more, she had no idea. But she really felt like they had a bond between them already.

It was very odd for Charlotte, of all people, to not be nervous around a boy. She was nervous around everyone, more so with boys. And here she was, with a boy, and feeling quite comfortable. It was refreshing, and she was happy. Other than Holland, he seemed to be the only person in Trio's Hogwarts that could cheer her up and make her smile.

Speaking of smiling, the girl smiled. It wasn't a big goofy smile, or a big non-goofy smile. It was just this little, closed mouth smile. Innocent looking, and sweet. Looking down at the ground for a moment at their shoes and then back up at Chatwin, she said, "What are you doing out this late? I thought I'd be the only one wandering around Rose Petal Lane at midnight. Not that I want to be here alone, because I do quite enjoy your company."

Blushing a bit, Charlotte bit her lip, looking down again. When she blushed and such, she couldn't help but look away from the boy. She didn't want to think she was silly for blushing so much. Hopefully he didn't think she was odd for being kind of nervous and shy. Really, once you got to know her, she was basically the opposite of that. However, right now, they didn't really know one another, and she was still her nervous self.

A frosty winter wind blew by, and Charlotte shivered, pulling her hot pink zip-up hoodie with the purple hippo closer to herself, but it really did no good.

[chatwin]

Seeing those vibrant green eyes of hers, the boy just melted. Sounds sort of well- Corny, but hey, it happens. Not noticing what the rest of his body was doing, the boy slowly reached for the girls hand, which rested at her side. Feeling so alive once his hand touched hers, Chatwin looked down quickly, his cheeks heating up. With a flick of his head, the Hufflepuff moved his hair out of his gorgeous face, to reveal bright green-grey eyes. Although they seemed cold and mysterious, they were actually quite warm and inviting.

His cheeks still rosy in color, the boy felt a prick in his finger. OH, the rose! A small chuckle escaped his mouth as he held up the rose for her to see. Uh-oh, a small trail of blood was rolling down his hand, and not to mention the rose. A smirk came upon his face, "Blood brothers and sisters? He asked. Whether she accepted his offer or not, he still wanted to get to know her. There’s just this- something, that makes her amazing in his eyes. Oh, right, blood. Seeing as a trail of blood was staining his wrist, the boy put his hand down, the rose falling towards the ground. A small crunch echoed in the silence as the roses' petals shattered.

Hearing his name made his heart skip a beat. Why was he feeling this way? What was making his heart jump into his throat? All questions that have yet to be answered. Still holding on to Lotties hand, the boy started to swing his arms a bit, making hers do the same. Suddenly, Chatwin realized what he had been doing for the past few moments. Feeling utterly embarrassed that he made such a 'move', he let go of her hand immediately.

Now having an awkward sensation in his body, the boy started to walk towards one of the tree houses. Oh how cute and quaint they looked, just sitting there in a field of roses, somewhat frozen in the winter air. Glancing back at her, gaze soft and dream-like, the boy motioned for her to come into the magical tree house that he has just claimed as theirs. Pulling out his wand, Chatwin casted some wispy little spell, making the tree carve "C <3 L" into it's self. Yeah, cheesy, he knows, but hey, it's cute. Maybe these are his real feelings, maybe he does indeed have some feelings for this girl, or maybe he's just in the moment. A very romantic moment if I may add.

Climbing the tree, his boat shoes making a tip-tap noise as they hit the wood planks that were nailed to the trunk, the boy breathed heavily; his heart still thumping. At the top of the tree, Chatwin could see little Lottie, her fiery red hair sticking out like a sore thumb. "Hurry up you slow poke." The boy said with a smile. He was only kidding of course.

[lottie]

While Chatwin and Charlotte looked at each other for that moment, which seemed to last a long time, she got little butterflies in her stomach. Then when he slowly reached forward and held her hand, they erupted into giant butterflies. Added with her face turning a rosy colour, and her biting her lip and looking down just as Chatwin did. Gosh, they sure were a cute pair. Looking up at him for a moment, she saw him move his hair out of his eyes, and his eyes were visible. They were kind of green, and kind of gray. Very gorgeous, she thought, and blushed a bit more, biting her lip again.

As they stood there, holding hands, she heard him chuckle and was curious as to why. He showed her almost immediately what the source was, and she smiled a little. That rose sure had damaged him, hadn't it? He was bleeding and everything. Poor Chatwin. She would have offered him a band-aid if she had one. However, she didn't just carry band-aids with her everywhere.

Tilting her head to the side a bit, she asked with a curiously cute expression, "What's a blood brother and sister?" That's right, she'd never heard of it before. Chatwin would just have to teach her, that's all. She had completely forgotten about the rose by this time, not even caring about it anymore since he was here with her.

As the stood there with their fingers laced with each other's, Charlotte was surprised at herself. She didn't feel anxious or anything. Not awkward, either. She just felt completely comfortable and at ease. Sure, she was a bit nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. Not the bad kind. He started swinging his arms back and forth, making her do the same, and she giggled a little bit. Not an annoying giggle, but a cute one.

Suddenly, though, he let go of her hand and started walking away. She wondered if she did something wrong, but she couldn't think of what. He reassured her with his sweet, kind looking expression as he beckoned her to follow, so she began walking after him. He climbed into a tree house that overlooked the lane, and she was just making her way over there when he called her a slow poke. She giggled again and said, "I'm short, okay? It's not my fault."

Looking at the tree, she noticed the C <3 L carved into it and blushed furiously. Did this boy really like her? She would be very glad if he did. Climbing the tree, she crawled into the tree house and stood up, smiling at Chatwin. Looking out one of the open windows of the tree house, she sighed happily. The lane looked gorgeous from all the way up here. The girl murmured after a bit of silence, "Beautiful..."