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Presley Black 
"It's okay," the American girl smiled. "It's just, I saw you here so I figured I might as well introduce myself." See? It wasn't that she was upset that Charlie hadn't found her sooner. It was just making use of the opportunity that presented itself. A million thoughts were racing through her head and Gwen tried to sift and find something relative to the conversation they were having. There wasn't really much there. She could ask the ever important question about whether it was true elephants didn't have ankles, but Charlie would probably think she was way too weird after that question.
"I hate Romeo and Juliet," Gwen blurted out when Charlie asked her if she liked the classics. Immediately she wished she could take the words back. Obviously Charlie liked the play. Gwen's blue eyes got wide and she covered her mouth. She couldn't apologize for it, because she wasn't sorry. "I didn't mean that it's not good. I mean, I just don't like it. Not that your taste in books is bad or anything. I'm sure it's great. I mean, you probably read a lot of good books. You're in Ravenclaw after all. I've never read..." what was the book on top? "Wuthering Heights." She was just digging herself deeper and deeper into the hole by now and her face was bright red. She could feel the heat of embarrassment emanating off of it.
There was no way to fix this. Not that Gwen could see. There was that whole buddies thing gone. Now that Gwen had inadvertently insulted Charlie's choice in reading material and practically her intelligence on top of that, the older girl was never going to want to see Gwen again. And who was Gwen to criticize what other people read? She practically couldn't even read at all.
A smile was good, right? Charlie grinned back, noting the younger girls accent.
"I'm almost annoyed with you for being so confident." When she started, Charlie was barely able to approach anyone, and she'd been in her fourth year.
"You're from America, yeah?" Like Connor was. And like Elodies family. What was it like, where abouts, can I come visit?
All of the questions for you, Gwen.
Or at least, you'd have them asked soon enough. At her next words, though, Charlie was shocked, and it showed in her eyes, but at Gwen's reaction to her own speech, the seventeen year old couldn't help but smile, and almost laugh. And her little ramble, it was so cute!
"I can understand that. I don't like a lot of good books." She shrugged a little, eyeing the pile before continuing.
"Literature is subjective, not everyone's going to like the same thing." Like Dels and Lottie loved Game of Thrones, right? Too much gore and, ahem... for Charlie. She'd tried, a long time ago.
"Well, if it's any good, I'll recommend it to you." Flipping the book over, Charlie motioned it towards Gwen. She'd even do lending and stuff if it was any good. There was, however, one burning question on the older girls lips.
"Why? I mean, what about Romeo and Juliet don't you like?" Book discussions were fun, you know.
Unless she was going to make her cry over her favourite thing.