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Charlotte had made her way through the castle in a state of numbness. She walked along the halls, gone up the stairs, opened doors and ever answered the riddle in a sort of mechanical stiff. She had walked past excited student eager for a Hogsmeade visit, those making their way to the library or trying they're luck at getting down to the kitchens for a night snack. All had been interested in or distracted by they're companions and conversation to notice the silent, tear streaked, face of a first year. Somehow Charlotte counted this as a blessing.

Stepping into the common room, she tried to let the warmth from the fire place and airy feel of the common room greet her, since it was better than the blank slate she currently had. Sighing, she let her shoulder bag slump the to the floor and let the burden of the text book thud against the table as she made her way to a window seat. Settling, she curled up, head on knees, looking out of the window, thinking. She figured that going through phases of some sort, first she had been terrible upset, then came the feel of something ending, followed by shock and regret, and now numbness. I just hope rational thought is next stage, she thought sighing, beyond the window the autumn wind whistled and the mountains beyond were dark. However in the silence of the common room, she could her Nott's voice repeating again and again, "...it will never happen again" and could see his face the look of embarrassment, uncertainty, and regret.

I'm not which hurts more the fact that my first kiss wasn't as enjoyable or romantic as I thought or... she thought suddenly blinking rapidly trying to hold back the tears. Th..tha...that my first kiss come at the cost of my friendship. What do I do? What do I do?

As the first tear fell, she was anger that rational thought had come next on the stages or possibly that she had just gone backwards. She was sadden by her thoughts and worried for her friendship. Worse was that the view that normally helped her gather her thoughts, didn't. Sucking in a gasp, to try and stave off another wave of tears, she turned her head sharply way from the window, tucking it into her curled up legs, and tried to stifle the tears and sobs.

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Charlotte looked up startled. She had only seen the ghost of her house in three times. Once on her first day here. The second was when it, or rather she had appeared in Charlotte's first astrology class. Now, she was sure that is this was becoming a tradition since now she had appeared during Charlotte's first troubled time. Though, I'd rather she had appeared when my first kiss was cheerier, she thought as she brushed the tears of cheeks with the sleeves of her robe.

Taking a breath, she tried to collect her thoughts. She should speak of her newest incidence or not. She had only a few seconds, since she was sure that the Grey Lady wasn't going to sit there and stare her messy, tear tracked, red eyed face forever. I bet my nose is red too... she thought before saying, "Um...Ye-I mean, no...I...I'm not sure. *sniff*..not sure Another first."

Taking a deep breath, she tried to configure a sentence that made sense. It seemed unseemly to talk in a stammer garble to one like the Grey lady. Sniffling, she brushed her curls back to think, "Wel...No, I'm not okay. I've just seen the end of my closest friendship here."

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Charlotte thought of her answer, glancing blankly out of the window. Share or not to share. It wasn't as if she could look for the answer to the question that was still bouncing around her head. She need advice, but going to get any good bits if she keep the key of her tears behind sealed lips. No, if I want to know what do about Nott. I need advice...thank goodness rational thought seems to be coming back, she thought as she began to configure her words again, she wasn't interested in stammer her way through this conversation.

"Well...you see, it happened like this," she began and then lead off into the narrative. Explaining that she had made friends with a Slytherin boy before school had started, that the friendship was her first one she had in the wizarding world. Continuing, she went on to tell the friendly ghost of the study session they had just had and how in the middle of it, due to a mix up in drinks or possible just...Here she paused. How to explain something that not even I can understand. she thought bitting her lip.

She shook her head and then continued after gathering thoughts and pushing them aside. "Well anyway, something happened. And then suddenly he..he..he..kissed me," she mumbled the end and then spoken in a clear voice, "I broke it, because...well..the thing is..well it just did't..didn't feel right. Then he left...in a hurray actually and said it would never happen again. And..and..Oh, I just don't know. I don't want my friendship to end like this. Yet, I can't figure out how to solve it."

Done she glanced up at the ghost, sure that she wouldn't be able to give her any better advice than to avoid him or worst try dating him. She wasn't fond of the idea. Nott was nice, charming, and sweet, but there was aura around him that just said he wasn't mature enough. That and his constant flirting. Dating him would be a nightmare. I know it... she thought resting her chin on her tucked in knees.

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Didn't please Charlotte to think that she had two chooses. Personally would have likes 3 or even more reason1. With three, there was room to expand and combine ideas. One choose, meant that there was only one way to go and that the road after would be rather predictable. Two choose, seemed one too many, but also one short from that prespective. Sighing, she pushed her hands through her hair, trying to think. There were two options, so at least it didn't require to much thinking. Yeah, it just leaves me to think over all the consequences, she thought tapping her fingers against her ankles.

Option one, seemed far more reasonable. Seeing as option two was unstable. She wasn't sure if Nott even felt anything and more than that, she wasn't sure if she wanted Nott to feel anything. Nott was nice and they got along well. Between the teasing, laughs, and jokes, Charlotte knew that Nott could be kind and almost sweet. However he was alway flirting, from the Hufflepuff girl in History of Magic to the Astronomy teacher. His affections seemed almost fickle to her, bouncing from one place to another. While her father had settled some over the years, she could remember the nights and days that he hadn't been around. Sure, she knew know that had been moping right just as much as her mother, but she could still her Aunts words on the issue.

Fickle men are dangerous, wafting from one passion to another. Rarely staying put long enough to prove they are worthy of your affection. Mark my words Charlotte, you go and find some immature smuck like your father and you'll see where it gets you. It was harsh, but her Aunt had meant well and Charlotte had made sure to mark her words. That was why she found Xenos attractive, she figured. He had humor, wit, and intelligence, but unlike Nott, had an air of maturity to him. So in truth, I already know what option I'm taking, she smiled and then looked up and smiled at the Grey Lady, saying, "Thank you. Talking to you has...has really helped me. Thank you."

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