Nothing a snack can't fix.

Charlotte walked briskly along the corridor, her wand held loosely by her side. She came up to a portrait of a large bowl of fruit and she reached out to tickle the pear, which proceeded to turn into a door handle. She turned the knob and stepped into the vast kitchen, and hundreds of eyes turned to look at her.

She waved happily at the house elves, smiling. One of them approached her, smiling as well.

"Hello miss, is there anything Mipsy could get you?" she squeaked, his eyes wide. Charlotte tilted her head in thought, then smiled again.

"Yes, have you got blueberry muffins, Mipsy?" Charlotte asked, squatting down to the elf's eye level. Mipsy nodded, her bat-like ears flapping, and ran off with several other elves to meet her request.

Charlotte chuckled and sat down on a nearby stool, twirling a piece of hair around her finger absent mindedly.

Delia bursts into the kitchens, her hand white knuckled on her wand, her other hand rather frantically playing with her hair, and her jaw clenched. She jumps slightly as a shrill and rather lumpy house elf tries to shove some bread at her, and begins to wade through the odd creatures, her gaze locked on Charlotte, her eyes burning.
The confident stride Delia is trying to put on is rather put off by the fact that she almost trips over a house elf right before she stops in front of Charlotte. Delia raises her head and stares fiercely into Charlotte's eyes, and slaps her hand down as she sees they're both playing with their hair in exactly the same way.

Stretching her hands out behind her, Charlotte was just starting to feel relaxed; that is until the girl from her Potion's class burst in. She watched her walk over with a rather bored expression on her face. She runs her hand through her hair and gives a huge fake grin.

"Oh hello again, fancy seeing you here!"

Delia laughs, a high pitched hysterical sound.

"Oh my GOD it's like you're eight." She runs her hands through her long hair. "Okay, okay. You know what, I promise I'll get you Charlotte. But for now your lonely little life is taking care of you just as well as I ever could."
Delia does a casual quick salute to Charlotte, before regaining her tightly laced composure and whirling away, her robes streaming behind her.

As Delia laughs, Charlotte suppresses a grin. The girl sounded insane.

"Ha, yeah, alright, good luck with that..." She trailed off, realizing she never learned the girls name.

With a stab of anger, she realizes that the Ravenclaw is right. She did have a lonely life, and Chance was her only friend at the moment. Her discomfort didn't reach her face however, and she continued to look smug as she waved goodbye to Delia.

"Excuse me miss, Mipsy has your muffins!" The house elf said, carrying a tray of muffins over to her. Charlotte grinned and picked one up of the plate, eyeing the other girl curiously as she stormed away.