Little Memories

Charlotte Adelyn Goyle pulled a chair up in front of the two captives in the room. She glanced between the two of them for a moment; her expression harsh and threatening. With a flick of her wand, the orb of light flicked from the tip of her wand to the ceiling of the room and it fixed itself in a lamp, illuminating it entirely. She slowly sat down in the chair and crossed her legs, staring intently between Blaise and Pansy. She wore a pair of shiny, black stilettos, a pair of black jeans, and a black top with sheer sleeves that let them have a clear look at her Dark Mark and her inmate number from Azkaban. Her blonde hair had been straightened and pulled back into a sleek ponytail. It seemed that she had premeditated this whole thing from how put together she appeared.

Finally, after letting silence linger in the room, Charlotte spoke in a voice void of emotion, “Do you know why you’re both here?” Her harsh blue eyes darted between the two of them. Neither of them made any inclination to answer. She drew in a deep breath of air and crossed her arms over her chest, pursing her lips together. “Look,” she snapped sharply, “you can either speak or we can draw this out all night. Either way…you won’t remember most of it.” Blaise and Pansy exchanged frightened looks before Pansy turned to Charlotte.

“How did you find out?” She asked darkly. The ghost of a smirk twitched at the corner of Charlotte’s lips.

“Well…other than you squealing like a pig the moment I hinted I knew something,” she replied, “I’m not stupid. I can put two and two together. You two were upset that Draco didn’t put you on the Quidditch team and to tamper with a Bludger is something that only an experienced witch or wizard, in this case, could do.” Charlotte sat back in the chair, staring at the two of them as they looked at her in disbelief. “You actual think you can get things past me?”

“You don’t know everything,” Pansy snapped, shaking her head. Blaise shot her a look, yet said nothing. He did not doubt what Charlotte was capable of and knew that the wisest decision he could make would be to just keep his mouth shut. Charlotte looked over at her, her features and expression remaining passive.

“Look at you,” she said in a soft voice, tilting her head to the side, “making rude comments despite the fact that you’re pinned to a chair in front of a convicted Death Eater.” Pansy merely glared at her, her mouth tense as if her body was trying to keep the words from flying out of her mouth. “You, in your insipid, little quest to keep me down have failed to realize that I’m the one in control. I’m the one with the power.” Her eyes suddenly turned very cold and Blaise could have sworn the temperature in the room had dropped, as if on cue from that one look. “You’re nothing.”

“Is this what you’ve brought us here for? To insult us?!” Pansy screeched. Charlotte stared at her for a moment, the room only growing cooler. Then, she did something that neither of the captives in the room expected from her. She smiled. They expected her to grow angry or stay emotionless, but they had never seen her smile so genuinely. However, within the cool blue of her eyes, an emotion glittered that frightened them both. It was a homicidal glimmer that neither of them had seen before.

“I have brought you here to get revenge,” she said simply and sweetly. “You two have gone far enough and you need to know what happens to those who feel the need to harm the ones that I love.”

“Why isn’t Draco here then?” Blaise asked and he immediately regretted it. The smile slid like raindrops down a slick windowpane as she turned her gaze to him.

“What does it matter to you?” Charlotte asked in return. “It’s not him you should be afraid of right now. It’s me.” Blaise merely gaped at her as her striking blue eyes cut into his. He swallowed hard and looked away, feeling more frightened than he ever remembered feeling.

“What are you going to do to us?” He asked in a faltering voice, daring to look back up at her to find that she was smiling again.

“Like I said,” she said simply, “you won’t remember it…but I will.”

“You’re psychotic, did you know that?” Pansy asked, staring at Charlotte with a repulsed sort of look on her face. Charlotte merely hummed lightly in response, her eyes sliding over to Pansy. Her lips twitched slightly, but she didn’t reply immediately. In fact, she didn’t reply at all.

“As I was saying,” she said in a level voice as she glanced between the two of them, “I’m going to make it so that you’ll never want to cross me or anyone I love again…and you’ll absolutely no idea why.”

“You aren’t going to kill us, are you?” Blaise asked softly and Charlotte looked over at him, laughing lightly as she shook her head.

“Why would I kill you?” She asked, her lips curled into a pleasant smile. “There would be nothing for me in killing you.”

“You’re sick,” Pansy spat, causing Charlotte to turn and look at her, her face falling to a stoic expression once more.

“Still…you spew these words, of which you have no idea what the consequences will be,” she said in a soft voice. “I feel sorry for you, Pansy. Not because in your delusional mind you believe that you’re prettier or smart than me, neither of which you are, but that you’re too cowardly to venture past your words and delve into actions. You always have someone doing your dirty work for you, when things could become much simpler if you just did things for yourself.” Charlotte paused as she stared at Pansy before she shook her head slowly. “No…you’re going to be this kind of person forever: always words and never actions.”

The blonde girl let out a heavy sigh as she glanced between the two in the chairs before she stood, looking taller and more terrible than Pansy and Blaise had ever seen her. “Alas…I’ve taken too much time explaining myself,” she said with a smile, “despite the fact neither of you with remember a word I’ve said.” Charlotte leveled her chin with the floor, the homicidal gleam returning to her eyes as she lifted her wand, tapping it against the palm of her other hand. “I’m going to finish this vendetta between the two of us. I’ve grown tired of these petty comments and half-witted attacks.” As she spoke, green sparks shot like a sparkler from the tip of her wand with every tap against her palm.

“Now…who first?” Charlotte asked herself, glancing between Pansy and Blaise, lifting her wand to the defenseless girl first. “The mastermind?” She then swung her wand to point at Blaise, who was staring up at her with pure fear in his eyes; it was exactly what Charlotte wanted. “Or the brawn?” She gave a short hum, staring Blaise in the eyes before turning her wand back to Pansy and murmuring a spell into the thick silence of the dark room, “Crucio.”

The next morning, students were sent into a flurry over a whirlwind of happenings that went over the previous night. The Great Hall was buzzing with rumors over why and what had happened. Anyone who knew the two students knew that they probably deserved what had happened. The two students in question hadn’t been seen at breakfast, probably since they had been cooped up in the headmaster’s office since the moment the two of them had been found. It was Sunday, so the students filed in for breakfast on their own accord, but word got out fast.

Charlotte sat at the Slytherin table, spreading a bit of orange marmalade over a piece of toast. She looked particularly happy; a smile seeming like it eternally would pull up at the corner of her lips. In fact, if anyone cared to notice, it seemed she was happier than she had been since she first arrived at Hogwarts. She was very happy, but it was for all the wrong reasons.

When Draco walked into the Great Hall, he took note of the chipper blonde girl sitting where they normally sat and made his way to her. He sat down beside her and she glanced over to him from the corners of her eyes. Before she could turn to him and say anything, Crabbe plopped himself opposite of the couple and cut in.

“So…I’m guessing you two haven’t heard the news?” He asked, causing Charlotte to smile even wider.

“I’ve heard rumors,” she said with a shrug, glancing between Draco and Crabbe. “But I’d like to hear what you’ve heard.” Draco stared at her, knowing she was all too happy about something and it scared him slightly. Charlotte merely glanced over at him with a small smile and blinked once before turning back to Crabbe.

“Well…they were both found in a big heaping mess at the bottom of the staircases,” Crabbed started, glancing between Charlotte and Draco. “They had been beaten up pretty badly, bruises all over them, and Pansy even had a couple of broken bones.” Draco’s lips pursed together as he slowly tilted his head to look at Charlotte, who was merely staring at Crabbe intently. He knew she had done this, she must have, and he couldn’t help but do feel a bit of dislike toward the girl for it. “They would have blamed it on someone else had they not found shattered Firewhiskey bottles somewhere on the third floor landings.”

“So they were drinking then?” Charlotte asked, wearing a wide-eyed expression as she stared intently at Crabbe. He merely nodded and looked over at her, as if he knew that she had something to do with all of it.

“Madam Pomfrey patched them up enough this morning before they were last seen going into Professor Snape’s office,” Crabbe said, staring intently at Charlotte, who merely gave a small hum and looked from Crabbe to Draco.

“It’s kind of sad really,” she said, with a strangely forlorn look on her face that only barely hinted that she was truly worried about it. “I could never hurt Draco like that.” Draco merely stared at her emotionlessly, noticing that Charlotte’s expression was slowly falling the longer it took for Draco to reply. Crabbe noticed the unsaid tension slowly rising between the couple and slowly stood from his seat, walking away without another glance to the two of them.

“What did you do to them?” Draco hissed through gritted teeth. Charlotte merely looked over at him innocently, blinking a couple of times.

“Nothing they wouldn’t have done if the chance presented itself,” she said simply and softly. Draco looked over at her for a moment before exhaling heavily and pinching the bridge of his nose. Charlotte watched him closely, suddenly feeling very worried about the way that Draco was handling this.

“Just because they would have done it to us, doesn’t mean you should have done it to them,” he said in a strained voice. Charlotte frowned slightly at his words, staring over at him. There was a long silence between the two of them as her expression darkened suddenly. Draco finally brought his eyes over to her, feeling that her actions were incredibly childish and bordering on stupid. If anyone found out she had been the one behind it…

“Why not?” She asked in a lofty voice that didn’t match the scowl her features were twisted into. “They hurt you. Why not allow me to hurt them in return?” But before Draco could give Charlotte his reply, a large owl swooped into the room and landed in front of Charlotte, extending a letter toward her. She kept her eyes on Draco as took the parchment in her hand and slowly broke the seal. It was only when she read the short message written to her that she turned her icy-blue eyes away from Draco.

“We’ll continue this conversation later,” she snapped as she stood from the table, “I’m needed in the Headmaster’s office.” Draco didn’t say a word to her but merely watched as she left the room, fearing that she had been found out. As she passed by Gregory and Melody, she sent a sneer in their direction, one that did not go unreturned by the eldest Goyle sibling. Then, as she walked through the double doors to the Great Hall, she passed by a beaten and battered looking Pansy and Blaise. They each took turns locking eyes with the statuesque blonde before she turned and glided out of the door.