Charlotte sat with her back up against one of the courtyard walls, doodling in one of her notebooks. Anything besides her Charms essay seemed more important. With a sigh she flopped onto her side, her book falling from her lap onto the soft grass.
She couldn't believe she was already in her 6th year at the school, it seemed only yesterday she walked into the Great Hall for the first time, thinking she would be sorted into Ravenclaw, just like her father. Not that she didn't like Hufflepuff, she really loved it. She should have guessed ahead of time, if she was honest with herself (which she often wasn't) it made sense that she was in Hufflepuff. Knowledge never came easy to her, it was always a struggle. And half the time she had to make guesses at the right answer.
She debated on sitting up again, though she knew she wouldn't get much done while sitting outside. But she was avoiding the library for the time being. For such a quiet area in the school, there always seemed to be someone who wanted to talk. And if Char was good at anything, it was poor attempts to talk to people who made her nervous. At least outside she could make a break for it if she needed. Quiet company she wouldn't be opposed to, she actually welcomed it. Someone she could bounce questions off of and ask her own questions in turn.