Bedroom

[Charli Saunders]

[Charli Saunders]

She was on the rickety bench of the punishment cell, her discarded clothing mixed with a male's on the floor. Her mouth was open slightly in silent moans, her body jerking and sliding, drenched in sweat, her eyes half closed. Her hands glided over the back of the moving figure above her, wiping away the beads of sweat, as they were replenished again as soon as she moved her hand. She coud hear him grunting and groaning softly, trying to be as quiet as he could. She opened her eyes to look up at him. He looked familiar.

Charli woke with a start, sitting bolt upright. "No f**king way," she breathed. "No no no no! Charli, it's just a dream," she told herself. But why are you dreaming about him? "Shut up. It's just a dream. I has to be a dream. I want it to be a dream." Do you really? "Yes! Of course. Oh Charli you're being ridiculous!" You want it to be real don't you? Maybe it is. And you've tried to forget. Or just lost that part of your memory? "Shut.Up! No. It's just a dream. Please let it just be a dream." Her thoughts went back to Jed's face in the pub. She sighed heavily and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, getting up. She needed fresh air. Without even bothering to change out of her shorts and tank top, she put a jacket on and walked out the apartment, locking it behind her and out into the fresh air of Diagon Alley.

[Charli Saunders]

Charli's eyes fluttered open, then closed again as the light poured in the window. She groaned, rolling over so her back was to the window, then opened her eyes again. She sighed heavily. Why in the world had she done what she did? Her thoughts drifting back to the night before and the conversation with Jed. Why did you kiss him? Because you wanted to, that's why! Shut up! She sighed againa dn swund her legs over the edge of the bed, sitting upright. Standing up slowly, she padded over to the bathroom to take a shower.

A while later, she was dressed and her hair was dry, and up in an untidy ponytail. Sheslipped her shoes onto her feet, and walked into the kitchen, whipping up an omelette for breakfast. Setting the plate on the table, she heard a tapping at the window. Getting up, she walked over to it, opened it, paid the owl and took her Daily Prophet. Walking back over to the table, she opened the paper, staring at the front page. There was a large photo of Kildara. She'd lost her baby. And the Prophet cared? Interesting. I wonder if Dara knows
She shrugged, sitting back at the table, eating her omelette, while skimming through the pages.

When she'd finished, she got up, put the plate in the sink, then walked back into the bathroom to brush her teeth. A couple minutes later, she walked out of her apartment and down into the shop.