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Charity Burbage // 17 // Hufflepuff

[yvesminatozaki]

[carmelcreme-deactivated20180910]

i’m the “i’m here if you need anything” typa friend

[chvrityburbage]

PROMPT 005 - WANTED CONNECTIONS

PLATONIC

acquaintance

toxic friends

friends of friends

best friends

close friends

old friends

childhood friends

unlikely friends

family friends

ride or die

secret friendship

bad influence (on)

good influence (on)

drinking/partying buddies

enemies turned friends

friends with lingering feelings

flirtatious friends

partners-in-crime

confidant/cornerstone

protective friendship

unlikely friends

mentored by/mentor to

“gym” buddies

study buddies

pen pals

wingman

ROMANTIC

childhood crush/romance

slow burn

relationship on the rocks

mutual crush

secret relationship

will they, won’t they

on again, off again

friends with benefits

exes that ended on good terms

exes that ended on bad terms

exes that still hook up

first kiss

first loves

first sexual encounter

secret relationship

one night stand

fling

drunk booty call

secret admirer

unrequited love

polyamorous ship

open relationship

cheating

rebound

(disclaimer: the furthest extent any nsfw options can go is fade to black)

ANTAGONISTIC

rivals

arch-enemies

frenemies

friends turned enemies

hateship

friends that ended on bad terms

fake friends

bullied by/bully to

enjoys annoying

annoyed by

VARIOUS

(second) cousins

estranged family

adopted family

neighbor

share a big secret together

dormmate

step-sibling/cousin/anything

drug dealer/customer

potions/any class partners

tutor/tutee

quidditch teammates

arranged marriage

“fake” lovers/cover-up

01- (open. one spot. death eaters or grindelwald supporters.) 

Kind-hearted and unfraid to speak her mind is how Charity’s lived her entire life. She will not hesitate to tell somebody, no matter how close they may be, how she feels about their choices or behavior. However, she’s a hopeful person too. If someone promises to change, she gives them a second chance and believes. This opens a door for somebody to use her, to convince her that they’re a good person when underneath the surface, they’re manipulating her into making more questionable choices, sharing information, or supporting their immoral actions. 

02- (open. multiple spots.) 

She tends to present herself as an easy-going girl, one who is strong, but also happy and generally with a positive attitude, as long as you exhibit decent morals. However, the attacks throughout the year have taken a toll on her, fear, worry, and stress bubbling to the surface, especially considering her blood status. She’s concerned for her family, since she’s always made her opinions and stance clear, and on top of that, there’s the end of seventh year approaching. These are the people Charity goes to when she needs to catch a break, relax, have a bit of fun during the dark times, or vent. 

03- (open. multiple spots. non-hufflepuffs.) 

Charity’s house has a reputation as the most tight knit of them all, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. However, she’s also formed quite the number of close bonds with people outside their house bubble. She’s not discriminatory when it comes to different houses, as long as the person is good. These are the ones she has more casual friendships with, but values nonetheless, and sees potential for their friendships to grow. 

[belleza-immortale]

[chvrityburbage]

savannah-wilkinson:

Savannah gave Charity a sad smile as she took a seat, but it didn’t last very long and quickly turned into a small frown once again. She could hardly believe Charity would pick a fight with anyone, but then again she did seem passionate. Passion could drive individuals to all sorts of things. “I’m not sure what sort of fights you’re pickin’ but I prefer to use my words.” She said honestly. Savannah Wilkinson was skilled in magic and supposed she’d held her own at the attack in Hogsmeade, but had she been given the choice, a heated debate was much more her style.

At Charity’s words, Savannah felt emotion bubble up inside her once again and tears stung at her eyes. She might not have been the only one having a tough time at the moment, but Charity couldn’t know how she felt. She felt so conflicted over these last attacks. She was relieved to identify her enemies and appalled at the way they had been brutally tortured. She was remorseful that the attacks hadn’t been a bit more successful, and guilty that she felt that way. “I’m feelin’ so much more than anger.” Savannah managed with a shuddered breath, reaching to swipe the tears from her eyes. “Fear makes for such ugly thoughts.” The call to action was one that Savannah Wilkinson normally felt, but it eluded her now. Her problems were both so close and so far away. She wished she could just go home and solve her problems there, it would eliminate half of them to start. 

“Well, I usually do too, unless the situation calls for otherwise. I don’t think I have the best judgement when it comes to that, but it’s all out of good intentions, I swear.” Charity often didn’t have a filter, unless she forced herself to be hyper-aware of each and every thing she was saying. She made her opinions loud and clear, and while she believed herself to be on the side of goodness, a part of her knew it might be making her an obvious target. There was no way she could stop, though. “Let’s just say most everybody knows where I stand when it comes to things.” 

For a moment, Charity thought about what she possibly couldn’t be understanding. She wracked her brain for any sort of answer, but couldn’t find one. She hardly knew anything about America, but she’d heard Savannah was a part of a big political family. She supposed that could cause worry, with all the politcial issues going on in the Wizarding World, but that was the best conclusion she could reach. She wasn’t close enough to Savannah to figure out more, and knew better than to think the girl would tell her. “Well, I don’t know exactly what you’re feeling, and I’m not going to impose, but I hope you figure it out soon. Just because you may be thinking...whatever you’re thinking, I don’t think it makes you a bad person. It’s actions that define a person, not thoughts or words.” The reassurance seemed like a shot in the dark for Charity, when she hardly knew anything, but she tried her best. 

[chvrityburbage]

ev-nsrosiers:

where: the great hall when: march 17, 1978. 12:48 pm who: evan rosier & anyone

“This school has turned out to be a real shit show this year. A real shit show” Evan grumbled aloud to no one in particular as he took his seat. He raised an expectant eyebrow at the person across the table. This was not normal behavior for Evan - and he knew it. His normal self-medicated indifference was replaced with the sort of rage that only arose in a situation of true injustice. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me what’s wrong? Whatever - I’m telling you anyways. That - bloody - auror -” He began, spitting out the word ‘auror’ with the same venom his peers threw around the word 'mudblood’. “ - Went through my mail and confiscated my Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion! What the absolute fuck kind of a school environment is this where student’s things are taken without just cause? Are we in the bloody USSR or something?”

What the hell was he doing? Charity had no idea as to why Evan Rosier of all people would seat himself at the edge of the Hufflepuff table out of all possible choices, and start rambling to himself about his own annoyances. He was right, of course, the year had been a shit show, but she couldn’t help the way her blood boiled with the tone of his voice. She managed to swallow her pride, raising an eyebrow as he spoke. “Well, they must’ve confiscated it for a reason. Or they made a mistake. Talk to the auror, or another one, and see if you can get it back.” She truly didn’t care, and had no idea why he was upset over Sleekeazy’s of all things, but he seemed as vain as they came. “If you’ve got a problem, fix it instead of complaining.” 

[chvrityburbage]

imogenconnolly:

Imogen laughed at Charity’s question. “Me? Of course not! I’m about as rubbish at Divinations as I believe the subject to be!” It wasn’t that the future was impossible to read, but it wasn’t as simple as looking into a crystal ball. It took hard work, skill, and sometimes it was like piecing together an incredibly difficult puzzle with your eyes closed. Arithmancers like her mother had dedicated their careers to discovering theories, building charts and equations in order to solve small pieces of that puzzle. There was logical sense behind it, and proofs for credibility. With tools such as those, what sense was there in keeping a dream journal? “For some reason Benito seems to have a knack for it. I’m sure he’d love to help you if you were looking to improve.” Imogen wasn’t quite sure Benito would appreciate her offering his assistance to others, but considering this was Charity, their friend and fellow Hufflepuff, she was sure he wouldn’t mind giving her a few tips.

Imogen bounced in excitement as she grabbed Charity’s hand and began pulling her down the corridor at a quicker pace. “I’m going stir-crazy being shut up in the castle all of the time.” She agreed. “There’s just something about fresh air that just sets your mind right, don’t you think?” Imogen certainly thought so. There was just something about being out in nature that put everything into perspective for her, and she often snuck out of the castle for walks on the ground. She was mindful not to wander into the forbidden forest or anything, but every inch of the grounds available to students had been explored by her at some point over the course of her six years at Hogwarts.

“That’s what I thought! I don’t know whether I believe it’s rubbish or not, considering we’re wizards and witches. That seems like it’d make most things that have to do with magic possible, even if some can’t see it. But I don’t get Divination at all.” There must be some sort of appeal that she wasn’t seeing, but she supposed it only pertained to certain people. Charity was always open to new experiences, looking at the world through a different lense every once and a while to try and see how each and every person ticked. But sometimes, other worlds were just too hard to grasp, and Divination was definitely a subject she simply couldn’t get herself to excel in. “Oh, I’m not taking the class anymore, but if I’m ever in need of a few tips, then I know who to find.” She smiled. She knew Benito tended not to take kindly to a lot of things, but he was always open to the other members of Hufflepuff. While she didn’t know exactly how she felt about the house bias, it worked in her favor. 

A grin spread across Charity’s face as Imogen grabbed her hand, nearly dragging her down the corridor until she picked up the pace and caught up after a few moments. “Absolutely! My dad always suggested walks to relieve stress or clear your head, and they’ve usually worked out pretty well. It’s always better outside. And with everyone shut up in the castle, I could use it.” The attacks this year had taken a toll on her, however subtle she made it out to be. As they approached a door to the grounds, she was definitely looking forward to an outing with Imogen. 

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galvinlostinthought:

   Hearing his name, Galvin glanced up from his drawing to see who was speaking to him. Noticing his housemate he gave a nod. “It’s fine, sorry if that came off as rude. I’ve just been struggling with my drawing lately so I wasn’t paying too much attention.” He looked back to the clouds he’d used for inspiration, and though they’d changed slightly from the last he’d looked at them, they still resembled his initial intent.    “I can’t blame you, a lot of the scenery is more appealing than usual today.” Shifting his gaze down to the sketch in front of him, Galvin shrugged. “I guess you could say that. Initially they’re what I planned to draw but the result isn’t exactly what I saw … more of a surreal version my mind made up, you know?” Not that he intended to share his work  … he wasn’t confident enough in his skills to do that, but he didn’t mind talking about it.

Charity shook her head a little as he apologized. She understood that he hadn’t meant it, and she didn’t mind anyways. She had been in the way of his drawing after all. “That’s alright, I was standing right in front of what you were looking at.” She smiled, moving out of the way. “Would you mind if I sat down?” She didn’t want to impose on his space, but she wasn’t planning to leave the outdoors for a while, hoping it might clear her head. 

“It really is, especially since winter is coming to a close. Maybe we’ll be allowed outside more often soon.” She knew why the restrictions were placed on the ground, and knew they were necessary. That didn’t mean they wouldn’t annoy her. “Ah, I see. Surrealism is a type of art though, so you can just say you used the clouds as inspiration, don’t you think? It doesn’t have to look perfectly realistic, at least I wouldn’t think so.” 

[chvrityburbage]

forgottenandromeda:

She almost laughed at the thought of getting a chance to be a Healer - even reading about it seemed like a stretch. She wasn’t sure how much freedom she’d have as Madame Mulciber, even in her reading choices. Which was a frightening thought, and one that she didn’t want to dwell on for the present. “Maybe you’re right,” she said instead, choosing not to elaborate on just how completely her life was being laid out for her. “Well then I suppose you can do that. What subject are you interested in teaching?”

Charity could tell Andromeda didn’t believe her, which was understandable, considering she hardly believed herself. Despite not experiencing it first-hand, the restrictions of being a part of Andromeda’s family, where if anyone tried to break free they’d be banished for good, were evident. She just wished it wasn’t that way. “That’s the exact problem, because I suppose I’d be good at magical subjects, but I’ve always been interested...” She struggled to articulate her thoughts. “integrating the magical and muggle worlds. I want the next generation to do better than us. So I suppose muggle studies would work for that, but I’d assume that’s more like studying education in general, and how their world functions.” 

[chvrityburbage]

Dwight: Wait, is Miss Penvenen actually into me? Quick, I'll make a bad joke and see if she laughs.

Dwight: Miss Penvenen, did you hear the one about the skeleton who couldn't go to the party? He had no BODY to go with.

Caroline: *laughs*

Dwight: Well that's not a fair test - that joke's hilarious.

[anne-hathaway]

There’s nothing we can’t do if we work hard, never sleep, and shirk all other responsibilities in our lives.

[chvrityburbage]

belleza-immortale:

Who: Amara Zabini and Charity Burbage ( @chvrityburbage​) When: Saturday, February 18th. (Flashback para) Where: Outside the Hufflepuff Common Room

Breathing didn’t come easily. Amara’s chest felt as if it was on fire, something constricting her so that no matter how much air she took in she wasn’t able to take in a deep enough breath. She broke free from those holding her and made to escape from the common room. The dam had broken. Absolutely shattered if she was being honest. Right now she would give anything to break away and talk to Hestia, but she too was caught up in the thrall of what she had just done. Ted she thought. He was the most comforting person that she knew. Surely, he would be willing to listen to her and pass absolutely no judgement as she broke down in front of him.

Going down the stairs when one could scarcely breath proved to be quite the chore. The flame that had flickered in her chest turned into a roaring farther the farther she pressed on. As she came closer to the Hufflepuff Dormitories her vision began to blur as tears formed. With a staggered breath she settled herself against the wall, finally allowing herself to cry for the first time since Thorfinn had died.

It didn’t even matter when she felt someone at her side. Whomever it was it had to be a Hufflepuff and they were some of the kindest people that she knew. “Sorry…” she whispered, trying to brush the tears from her eyes and offer a watery smile to her companion, noticing now that it was Charity. They weren’t close now though Amara had felt a bit of a connection to her on Valentine’s Day. That was the most fun she had that entire night. What a great second impression she was making. Slapping her roommate and then blubbering in front of the Hufflepuff commons like a complete idiot. “I - he was one of my best friends” she whispered, attempting to explain herself, “I was holding him when he died. I can’t even close my eyes without seeing his and um…I - I snapped”. Her voice was shaky and she began to cry again as she spoke, but a bit of the flame in her chest began to settle as she finally told someone what she had otherwise kept to herself all this time.

When Charity agreed to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room to help Edgar with calling Zelda out on her morals, she hadn’t expected it so spiral so out of control. She’d been expecting chaos, it was a part of the deal after all, but the fight that broke how had surprised her. Especially considering Amara was a part of it. Charity didn’t know her that well, but hadn’t assumed she couldn’thold her own in a fight; she just hadn’t thought anything like that would start at all. She didn’t know how she felt about it. A part of her knew Zelda got what was coming to her, but it’d escalated so much, and she hadn’t wanted Amara to hurt herself. But it was over now, and as much of a shock the fight that been, and as much as she didn’t know how to feel about it, it was over.

Coming down the stairs, her hand rested against the railing, sliding down as she walked step by step. She was planning on getting some work finished once she got to the Common Room, but didn’t know the likelihood of that actually happening, with whatever the Hufflepuffs might be getting up to. She could only imagine the kind of state the Ravenclaw Common Room was in at the moment, but tried not to dwell on it. Besides, the Slytherin Common Room, from what she heard, still sounded much worse.

As Charity made her way down, the sound of ragged breathing caught her by surprise, and on instinct, she began to walk faster. Her protectiveness, her need to help, immediately kicked in, causing her to seek out whoever needed someone at the moment. “Amara?” She hadn’t expected that; if anything, she’d expected another Hufflepuff. Still, the same concern ate away at her, maybe even more so considering the fight yesterday. She rushed over, wanting to rest a hand on Amara’s shoulder, but unsure whether or not she’d appreciate the contact. She’d have to assess the situation first. Charity listened intently, nearly forgetting what happened on Valentine’s Day night, although it stuck at the back of her mind. “Oh, Amara, I’m so sorry.” She hadn’t known Thorfinn at all, but knew what Amara was talking about right away. The other girl’s reaction wasn’t a concern to her anymore as she grabbed Amara’s hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s okay, it’s alright. You’re allowed to be affected and cry. Don’t apologize for reacting to something traumatic.”

[chvrityburbage]

vane-notvain:

When Charity accepted her offer Loretta let out the breathe she didn’t even realize she was holding. One of the main reasons why she figured she didn’t have much luck with girls was because she was never very assertive and wouldn’t make her intentions clear. As Charity moved closer Loretta put her free hand on the girls waist. Girls lips were always so soft, and while Loretta had never kissed a boy before she doesn’t think their lips would be quite as soft.  

“Thanks,” Loretta smiled at the girl, hoping that her darker complexion hid the fact that she was blushing. “So, how many roses have you gotten so far tonight?” She asked, figuring that Charity probably had quite a few people kiss her with how pretty she is.

Charity was far from incredibly active with romance, but that didn’t mean she was afraid of such. She was a girl who tried her best to make her thoughts known, to vocalize a lot of what was going on inside her head. While opinions were certainly different, it was at least similar to a point. The reason was more so that there hadn’t been many people who caught her eye lately, ever since her and Gideon’s break-up the year before. (although there were many people looking gorgeous on the courtyard). This game was definitely a chance, even if it all amounted to nothing. All she wanted to do was have fun.

And kissing girls was most definitely classified as fun. She smiled back at Loretta, clutching the rose between her fingertips and absentmindedly twirling it slightly. “A few so far. There are a couple people I’m thinking about offering roses too also.” Charity reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you having fun? It sounded like you just arrived.”

[chvrityburbage]

edgxrbxnxs:

Charity responded with a quickness that had Edgar feeling impressed. Despite his raging anxiety, Edgar was a decisive sort of man. It didn’t take him long to come to a decision, and he wasn’t the type to mull over all the options. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he appreciated seeing that same burst of sureness in Charity as well. He grinned widely as the word ‘Absolutely’ tumbled from her mouth, nodding enthusiastically. “Excellent.” The more attackers, the better. He wanted Zelda to really feel the shame of her actions, the embarrassment, and what better way than a public call-out? He nodded. “Good, then, I’m glad we’re on the same page. I was thinking of doing it after supper, so that there will be more people in the Common Room. Want to meet after we eat?”

She wanted to think that if something like this hadn’t happened so recently, she would’ve thought over her decision more, but that likely wasn’t the truth. Charity knew how she felt, and when she made a decision, she always made an attempt to be completely truthful, and expressed her own opinions freely. While she wouldn’t appreciate a public confrontation, Zelda Kar was outed as a Grindelwald supporter. If anything, she deserved humiliation. A small part of her felt bad about it, but she simply had to remind herself of the murderous man Zelda aligned herself with. “Right, that sounds like a good time. Who knows, maybe some others will join in. I’m sure we’re not the only ones who’re angry about all of this.” Even though the Order had finally gotten together the other day, Charity was still itching to do her part. She was positive that she wasn’t alone in that. “I’ll be sure to meet you then.”

[chvrityburbage]

the-fabianprewett:

Fabian couldn’t help but laugh at Charity’s teasing. So he hadn’t been as sly about his excuses as he had intended. Fortunately, Charity did not push the subject much further, which Fabian greatly appreciated and he even found himself teasing back. “I’ll have you know that Gryffindor has wonderful chasers and that their new formations are quite impressive.” With a shy grin he added “And I suppose there is one that stands out above the rest. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He nodded along solemnly with Charity’s explanation. “Professor Sprout is good-hearted, something we could use more of these days.” He said, a bit bitterly if he was honest with himself. As the school year progressed, the attacks on students were getting worse and worse. Though the school had recruited Aurors for additional security, their forces were apparently not enough. Those who belonged to the Order were currently awaiting instructions from Dumbledore, but without any guidance what were they to do? Every attack had surprised them thus far, making it impossible to do much good other than to react to the situation around them. “There are people who want to stop it with no idea how. That’s the problem.” Fabian mused, turning toward his plate and filling it with food, though he wasn’t all that hungry now.

She joined him in his laughter, but curiousity still ran rampant throughout her mind. Charity certainly didn’t want to push anything, but she couldn’t help it! She was always invested in the lives of her friends (it came with being a Hufflepuff after all), and while it could’ve been simple and insignificant, the way Fabian spoke about that one particular Chaser made her think otherwise. “I’m sure they do, but I think I did catch a little something from you. I’m tempted to go over each of the Chasers now, so you’d better stop me before I do.”

“You’re right about that. I know we know so many good people here, but all the bad things are just...outshining them lately.” Her words weren’t the most eloquent, but they got what she was thinking across. She was tired of the horrible behavior so many people were showing lately. Tired of reading the paper only to hear about more murders, tired of the treatment people received for being no different other than blood (which was absolute bullshit), and tired of not doing anything about it. There wasn’t much she, or everyone else, could do while at Hogwarts, but it still frustrated her to no end. “That’s exactly the problem. I know I’m sick of all this, and that so many others are too, but I don’t know what we can do while we’re here. We haven’t seen anything coming so far, and I have a feeling we won’t next time either.” She hated the fact that ‘next time’ was a guarantee and not just a possibility.

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savannah-wilkinson:

Sliding over to allow Charity room to sit next to her, Savannah frowned. “I should hope you haven’t been greeted in worse ways!” Charity could have been lying to save her feelings, but Savannah expected there was some truth to her statement. The Hufflepuffs were some of the kindest people she had ever met, and Savannah could never bring herself to wish ill on any of them. Not a single Hufflepuff deserved the greeting Savannah had just given Charity and she regretted not turning to see who she had addressed before doing so. Savannah was in a dark mood, however, and hadn’t thought twice about wanting to sit alone with her thoughts. Now that Charity was here, she was glad the other girl hadn’t allowed Savannah to scare her off and appreciated a bit of company.

“Truth is I’m okay and I’m not.” Savannah said with a shake of her head. “I’m not hurt or anything, I’m just so… angry, I suppose. Scared. Upset.” She struggled to put her emotions into words, having trouble identifying this peculiar feeling. Savannah hadn’t admitted it but she was also relieved, happy even maybe, and that was what scared her most of all. “How are you holding up?” Savannah asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from her dark thoughts.

“Maybe not greeted, but when you’re hardly hesitant to pick a fight with someone, you don’t always hear the nicest things.” She gave the girl another smile as she took a seat, although it faded as Charity looked over her. She was always skilled in comfort, and it was an ability she had to put to use more often this year than any. However, there was no way she’d be able to pinpoint exactly what was troubling Savannah without prying. Considering she didn’t know the girl well enough, Charity refrained from doing that. Besides, however vague, she got enough of an explanation from Savannah’s words. That seemed to be how most felt at the moment. Angry. Scared. Upset. Charity was too. She tried not to let the worry faze her, instead focusing on whatever she could do to help the Order, but she couldn’t stop the anger and fear that ran that was encompassing her, anticipating whatever strike might come next. 

“I know how you’re feeling. I do too, really. I’ve been holding myself together, obviously.” For a moment, the ones who found the injured students came to her mind, a sickening feeling taking over her for a moment. Charity had glanced at some who’d been rumored to have found them, and most looked shaken or distant. Like those two Ravenclaw girls. “But it’s hard to deal with. I guess I’m mostly angry, motivated to make a change, that sort of thing.” 

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imogenconnolly:

“Don’t let Benito hear you say that.” Imogen teased with a smile. “He quite likes his Divinations class, and I’m sure he believes every bit of it. But for some reason, he doesn’t feel the same about Arithmancy.” She couldn’t help rolling her eyes to illustrate how ridiculous she found it, but her teasing was all in good fun. The two had many a friendly debate over which discipline was better in predicting the future, and Imogen was adamant that mathematics were much more reliable than tea leaves. She shrugged a shoulder at Charity’s mention of her abilities. It was a gift and she felt immensely lucky to have it, but she didn’t know any different either. To Imogen, her abilities were as normal as the sky was blue. “It comes in handy, no doubt about it. Both for getting out of trouble and for finding my way into it.” She laughed, thinking about how close she’d come to trouble only moments ago.

“That’s exactly what I was implying.” Imogen confirmed. “What do you say, Char? It’s so beautiful outside today. We could go for a walk, enjoy the fresh air?” She couldn’t help but glance out the windows as they passed each one, longing to be out there in the warm sunshine with the still-chilled breeze and the crunch of snow under foot. Imogen had always loved spending time in nature and being cooped up in the castle for classes was nearly unbearable when the weather was so lovely.

“Oh, I know. But I’ve never really been good at it at all. You haven’t either, have you?” She’d spent most of her time in Divination making up shapes she was supposed to notice in crystal balls and tea leaves, attempting to decipher the patterns to the best of her ability. Sometimes, she wished she was able to see the appeal, because the idea of it sounded interesting, but Charity didn’t do too well at grasping the concept. “Arithmancy is different, considering it’s mostly impossible to argue with. But I dunno, I wouldn’t rule out Divination completely. Maybe if I was better I’d enjoy it more, but I can’t see it all.” She almost found it odd how Imogen simply shrugged off her abilities as if everyone else experienced the same things, but Charity knew Imogen had them her entire life. They were just about as normal to her as Charity’s experiences. “Clearly,” She gestured towards the classroom they left. “Based on what just happened, I’d definitely say so.” 

“Hmm,” She pretended to think it over for a few seconds, tilting her head to the side to give the appearance that she was deep in thought about her decision. She’d already decided though, and gave Imogen a quick nod. “I’d love that. Don’t get me wrong, I love the castle, but I can’t help the constant feeling of being shut up inside. I definitely need a walk outside.” Charity was no stranger to breaking rules from time to time, but it was still exhilerating.