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Nobody could give her a nickname but her friends. Well, of course. That was exactly how nicknames worked!

Clair made a show of ignoring Charlotte's little rant by walking along the fallen tree trunk, arms outstretched for balance, but he was listening intently the entire time.

This girl had issues. Possibly even more serious issues than him, and that was saying something.

"You tryna say you don' wanna be my friend, Lottie? Is that it?" he asked, looking down at her with a genuine smile.

Clair had always found that once people got how much of a miscreant he was lodged into their heads, it was a hard notion to dislodge. So when he decided to be pleasant (and he could be pleasant when he wanted), yeah, that freaked them out a bit.

Oh, but Little Miss Bratty wasn't done. She had... actually decided to revert to a three year old.

Clair barked out a laugh of disbelief. And maybe, well, maybe Charlotte could hear that it wasn't his normal laugh. Maybe she could tell he was shocked by her behaviour. Maybe that's what made her dart forward like that.

In any case, her moving forwards was what made him lean backwards, and him leaning backwards was what made his ankle twist and his ankle twisting was what made him lose his balance and that was how he ended up sprawled on his face in the dirt and dead leaf litter of the Forbidden Forest.

After a few moments, Clair rolled over.

"Fuck."

"You know what? There is no point in talking to you because you don't even listen to me!" she said surprisingly calm and shook her head. There is just no point.
Charlotte was trying to explain something to him and in the meantime, he was just doing what? Playing with the fallen tree trunk. It's just pointless.

"You don't want to be my friend, Clair. You never talked to me before and now you are here and think you can give me nicknames and be my best friend in the whole world? It doesn't work that way." Charlotte looked at him once again. A little bastard dared to smile at her and it only makes her angrier.

At the same time, even if she is angry, she smiled. It was so weird to hear someone here to call her Lottie. It was nice, she could almost imagine that she is back at home, with her friends, away from this place. But she wasn't. She was here, with Clair Sauvage, probably the most annoying person at the Hogwarts, after Charlotte, of course.

After her little childish act and grabbing his flask, something really bad happened. For some reason, he leaned backward, and that is the short story how Clair ended lying on the ground.
Charlotte could be mean sometimes, but she still cared about others.
So she put his flask on the ground and run to him.
"Oh my God, what happened? Are you okay?" She wasn't able to hide worry written all over her face. She wasn't able to smile, she just wants to be sure he is okay.
"I'm so sorry, it's my fault. Does anything hurt you? Tell me?"
She was so stupid, it's all her fault. But one short smile appeared on her face when heard him swearing.

Oh, she did have a heart, after all.  Clair let Charlotte's words wash over him, being much more interested in ensuring he was still in one piece than he was in her guilt right now.  Although, it would be to his benefit to encourage that feeling, so as he sat up, he gave her a pained groan.

He dusted the dirt from his hands and removed a pine needle that had actually embedded its tip into his palm, and tried to take stock of his injuries. Who'd have thought it only took falling off a log to sober a person up?

At least his trousers weren't torn.  His stinging knees indicated he'd probably grazed them through the fabric, but Clair had injured himself enough times and in creative enough ways that a few scrapes were a secondary concern to his father's anger.

The dull pain in his ankle was another matter.  It had receded to the point that a person might think they could even walk on it, if that person hadn't tried something like that before.

"You're going to have to help me back up to the castle," he told Charlotte.

He seemed to be in pain and Charlotte found herself with that terrible feeling when you think you are the one who should stop this, but yet you are the one who was responsible for all of this. She realized that feeling is named guilt. Not to speak that his groan actually made her feel even worse, she wasn't even sure it is possible.

"I'm so so so sorry. Is there any way I can help you? I learned about first aid with muggles, maybe I can do something? Or some spell? It must be something that can help you?" Panic was another side of Charlotte's personality. The same one which makes her speak as insane, without stopping for even the moment.

Finally, after something that seemed like forever, she realized he is the one who should speak. She can't help him on this way, at least if you don't count the possibility of trying to kill him with endless talking.

When he finally spoke, she nodded and in hurry grabbed their stuff from the ground. Her book was few steps away and she grabbed it with her hand before returning back to him.

"Of course. Can you walk?" she asked confused, Charlotte wasn't the strongest person ever, she wasn't sure she would be of much help.
"Maybe I can call someone to come and help us?" She asked insecure, in her skirt and heels, she wasn't really the type of girl for carrying someone back to the castle.

Clair made a frustrated noise.

"You can't call anyone.  We'll either lose house points or end up in detention and I'm not that keen on doing a detention with you," he pointed out.

"It's not like I broke a leg, just come over here and let me put my arm round your shoulders.  Do you know the featherlight charm?"

Clair wasn't happy about the idea of Charlotte using spells on him.  He'd never seen her use her wand before, and he'd just witnessed an outburst about her neurotic need to be exactly like her muggle friends.  But generally speaking, people couldn't do spells like that on themselves.

Charlotte was one of those fragile little things who looked like she might get knocked over in a strong breeze, while Clair was taller and more broad than most of the boys in his year, and some of the boys in the years above.  They would probably be okay once he was standing, but getting him standing was the tricky part.

"Why? What is wrong with me?" Charlotte frowned and started thinking about his words. Sure, sometimes she can behave really bad, but she is not the bad person at all. And now, while listening to him, she felt odd and unpleasant feeling deep in her stomach. She felt something bad enough that she was sure if she continues thinking about his words over and over again, Charlotte Waldorf will start crying.

"Well, I don't want to spend time at the detention with you as well." She said angrily and turn her head froClair. Little rude bastard, that was the great description of him.

"Actually, I don't. It's not in our books, you know..." Charlotte felt really sick. She doesn't know something. Well, it's about magic, and it isn't in their books so they can't learn it but yet... She used to think that she knows everything. Her cheeks became red after convincing to him that she doesn't know something.

"C'mon, I can do that without the spell. Maybe I can make you levitate and you can straighten up and then I will slowly descend you and then we can go to the castle?" She looked at him feeling proud of herself. This is great, even if she doesn't know fe - something spell, she found a solution on her own.

What wasn't wrong with her?

"You make it pretty obvious you hate me," he said. "I'm not up for spending time with someone who hates me just because she's a looker.  Now, do your thing."

Using the levitation charm probably wouldn't work, but at least that was a charm Charlotte actually knew.  Clair wasn't about to teach her a brand new one.  She'd probably injure him, or worse.  If all else failed, he'd rather limp back on a sore ankle than risk death at the hands of a muggle obsessed weirdo.  Times like this, Clair could almost empathise with those freaks from the Dark Followers.

She frowned and looked at him before she pursed her lips and it was more than obvious that she was hurt. She really needed to work on her reactions.
"I don't hate you. True, you are sometimes so annoying, but I don't hate you" she said and stopped looking at him. Little bastard didn't deserve even the look but yet, she knew she would help him, she needed to do that.

"Okay, here we go."

She raised her wand and made the perfect move "Wingardium Leviosa" she said and looked at him.
She only needed a little bit, she needed the spell to work enough that she can help him stand up.