When it was time to leave the castle, Charlie had practically raced towards the train. She'd wanted to leave since the moment that they hadn't been physically able to, and now, as she loaded her trunk on with the help of a levitation charm, she let out a relieved sigh. This was it, the moment she'd been waiting for all term: on her way home, to see Tristan, to stay will Elodie and Cat, to visit Paris and work for Tam.

Only, the Ravenclaw thought, pushing her trunk to the back of the compartment and sitting on it, now that the moment had arrived, it was pretty bitter-sweet.

This meant that she was a seventh year, that her last term at Hogwarts was closer than ever. And while she had been ready to graduate since she realised what she wanted to do afterwards, Charlie still felt sad at the thought.

The thing making her most sad, though? Elodie and Cat. Leaving. Forever.

Leaving her in that stupidly big castle. Alone. Right now, Charlie was ignoring the thought of her other friends to wallow alone in self pity. Who cared that she was going to see them during the summer? They weren't going to be on the train with her on her first day, or there for partner reasons in lessons, or for food and lollipops and fruit throwing and cuddles and everything else.

Charlie wasn't ready for this.