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Chapter Two: More Than Who We Are
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I turned around sharply, almost knocking over the person behind me.

“Whoa, there, Charlie.”

I sighed in relief as I realized it was only Andy, my other best friend. She threw her hands up in defense, her school bag swinging wildly on her shoulder.

“Sorry,” I grinned, scratching the back of my head sheepishly. “I didn’t mean for you to hear me—”

“Talk to yourself?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She was very pretty; brown hair, hazel eyes…but she’s like a sister to me. “I’ve heard you do it tons of times, Charlie boy.”

“Yeah. I guess I do that sometimes…” I trailed off. Andy voiced what I was really thinking.

“More like all the time, but who’s counting?” she beamed. I chuckled.

“So…Charlie…” she began seriously, narrowing her eyes. “I’d ask why you’re not at the party, stuffing your face full of sweets and grinning like a boy at Christmas with all the girls and—”

“Is there a point to this?” I cut in, although I was deeply amused.

She cleared her throat. “—but I realize we’re standing at the door to the library.”

“I could ask you the same, you know,” I retorted, folding my arms over my chest. “Why aren’t you at the party?” I knew it was hopeless, though. She surely had a good reason to be here…er…right?

“Oh, well, the common room’s rather noisy and unfortunately Flitwick’s essay isn’t going to write itself,” she replied casually. Andy was like that. Not moody, but she could sure as hell change her façade at the blink of an eye.

“Fair enough,” I said, shrugging.

“Now if my calculations are correct…” she said, passing me and walking towards the door. She pressed her ear to the old wood and pursed her lips. “This leads to the library,” she said finally.

I threw my arms up. “Oh, well spotted!” I exclaimed sarcastically.

She stood up straight and smirked. “And if I know Charlie Weasley, and I do…I’d say you’re on your way to stalk, stare, gape, gawk, and do anything else in your power to completely invade that poor girl’s privacy,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Ah…”

“I feel so sorry for her; being the subject to fifteen-year-old lust.”

I stared at her. “I do not lust! Nor do I stalk for that matter.”

“Charlie, you skipped out on the pasties from the common room, along with girls who’d shag you before they even know your name. There is…obviously…something wrong with you.”

“Is this the kind of torture a best friend gives?” I asked exasperatedly.

“Hm…” she looked up, as if thinking. “Nope. Just me, I suppose. But I do it because I care.”

We might have been joking since she snuck up behind me, but I could tell she was being completely serious.

“Thanks Andy,” I grinned.

“Anytime. Now, as thrilling as this is, talking to my best friend in the corridors…I think we better get inside before any…ah…prefects decide to give us detention.” She winked and walked into the library. I shook my head, chuckling, and followed her.

She was faster than I expected, she had already taken a seat next to her boyfriend, a Ravenclaw named John. I spotted an empty table past them, so I strolled by as suae as it’s possible for Charlie Weasley to be.

“Flitwick’s essay, eh?” I whispered to her, smirking.

She stuck out her tongue and went back to talking with John, who nodded at me. I waved in response and took my seat at the empty table.

It was then I realized that I hadn’t brought my books. I was so excited to get here, I didn’t bring one single book to read, or even homework to do. Even Andy had brought her bag, even if her unfinished essay wasn’t her top priority at the moment.

I supposed I must look like an idiot, sitting at this table doing nothing, so I jumped out of my seat and walked to the nearest bookshelf.

Like always, the shelves were packed with innumerable books on any and every subject imaginable. I picked a book whose cover stood out and pulled it from the shelf.

Prefects Who Gained Power,” I read from the spine. “How…ironic,” I mumbled, walking back to my table.

And there she was, sitting at the table right next to mine. She was scribbling fiercely, the tip of her quill scratched softly against the yellow parchment. She had propped one book open on top of another, and kept flipping through the pages of it. Her brow was furrowed, she must have been working hard.

Once again realizing I had stopped, while standing, to look at her, I resumed my seat and started to flip through the pages of the book I had chosen.

I definitely had to get this staring problem of mine under control. One of these days, she’s going to see me and then it’ll just be awkward. And I’ll probably freeze again, or stammer, also known as making myself look as stupid as humanly possible.

I continued to stare, yes stare, at the pages of the book, not really taking any of it in. Leave it to me to pick a boring book.

“Charlie?”

I looked up; she was talking to me. I blinked a few times, trying to register exactly what was happening. It was her, her green eyes sparkling under the lights of the library ceiling. She was talking to me, Charlie Weasley.

“Hello Charlie,” she said, smiling in that way that she just did. Her voice was clear and smooth, beautiful. I didn’t even care about how she knew my name in the first place.

“Hello,” I replied, grinning too.

“Do you want to sit here? I’m afraid you look terribly lonely over there.” A small chuckle escaped her lips.

I couldn’t refuse. I stood up, almost forgot my book on the table, grabbed my book, and walked to her table. I took the seat next to hers after she moved her bag from it. “Thanks,” I muttered.

Come on, Charlie. You can do this. Just act…normal.

“Come for a bit of reading on the future lives of prefects?” she asked, nodding at my book. She laughed softly and went back to her work.

“Just trying to get away from the chaos, I suppose,” I replied.

She nodded, flipping the page of her book. “I like peace and quiet myself. Especially in nature. It’s a nice way to get away.”

I grinned. I wasn’t unfamiliar to it. “That’s how I feel with flying.”

“Exactly. It’s just this…feeling you get. Like—”

“You’re somewhere different. Like it’s not even real,” I offered.

“Like you don’t have any worries just yet. That essay doesn’t matter right now, nothing matters right now,” she finished.

“Yeah,” I replied.

This was so…surreal…to me. The way we were just talking, like nothing. I didn’t even know this girl’s name and here we were, talking like old friends. Well, not really old friends, but friends if anything. It’s safe to say that I obviously know nothing about the way girls work.

“Charlie? Are you alright?”

Charlie boy, you said you’d act normal.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, grinning sheepishly. And of course, Charlie Weasley makes a complete fool of himself by thinking while talking to this girl he is clearly taken with.

“Do you think a lot?” she asked suddenly, looking eager.

I blinked. Did she ask…?

“I’m sorry?” I said, sounding rather stupid quite honestly.

“Do you think a lot? Like…oh, I’m sorry. I must be sounding so—”

“Oh, no, it’s ok. I get what you mean,” I replied. “It’s a bit…strange, to tell you the truth. I—well, I talk to myself sometimes. Like before a match, or anything else, to—er—prepare myself, I guess.”

She nodded and smiled. “I understand. I sort of think too much. My friends don’t understand that. I prefer to be alone, I suppose. They’re not too much like me.”

I nodded. “Doesn’t that bother you, though?”

She shrugged. “I guess life’s just more than who we are, isn’t it?” A small smile curved her lips and she bent over her work again.

I continued to look at her, but this time I wasn’t watching her. Life’s just more than who we are.

“Doesn’t that make you sad?” I asked, before I could really think about it.

She looked up, staring at me. “No, I guess not. There’s more to life, isn’t there? There’s much more than just names…there are bigger things, I guess. The way a person acts, or what they say…it’s much more important that what their name is.”

I nodded. And it seems like just a few minutes talking to this girl made everything seem so clear. She didn’t bother with names because they really didn’t matter. What does the name ‘Charlie Weasley’ have anything to do with who I am? I’d be the same person even if I didn’t have the same name, right?

“That makes sense,” I said finally.

She beamed. “I like to think so.” She stood out of her chair suddenly and closed her book. “Well, it’s been great talking to you Charlie. I think I’ll call it a night.” She rolled up her essay and tossed everything in her bag. “See you.”

I nodded listlessly as I watched her make her way towards the library’s exit silently. Then it hit me.

“Wait!” I called, getting me a glare from Madame Pince, scrambling out of my chair. I ran back up to her, she was almost outside the door. I panted a little and stood straighter. “I didn’t—catch your—name.”

She smiled. “I didn’t give it.” And with that she turned around and walked out of the door. I stood watching her walk away, her blonde hair bouncing with her steps. I guess I must have been standing there for a while, registering what she had said, because she had already turned the corner and I was still standing there.

Another second passed and I realized that I wasn’t going to let her go. I ran after her again, not really taking notice that I had no idea where the Ravenclaw common room was. I hadn’t been standing there for that long, she couldn’t have gotten too far.

I couldn’t let her go this time. I had been right all along. She wasn’t like the other girls, in so many more ways than I could have imagined. And even though our little talk gave me answers…I found myself with more questions. This girl was like no one I’d ever met before. I needed to know more about her, I needed to know.

I saw a flash of blonde hair and I skidded to a stop in front of her again. Her green eyes were sparkling again, though she looked a bit confused. I stood, staring into her eyes, because that’s all I could think of doing. I had no idea what I was going to say to her, or what I was going to do.

“Charlie?” she asked, in that voice of hers.

I couldn’t think. It was like my brain went numb or something. I could barely feel my toes. Before I knew what was happening, I had bent down to kiss her. The moment our lips touched, everything seemed to turn on again.

I pulled back, although I felt like I was in haze. Everything in my world seemed to be strange to me, somehow. Something was just… different. I stared at her. Again.

“My name’s Savannah.”
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