this is the first thing

With a little extra skip in her step, Charlotte walked down the streets of France. This was where she was going to spend most of her summer: La belle France. The blonde was annoyed about it, for the most part.

Her older brothers had the liberty to choose whether to join or stay back in England.

Their choice had been obvious: England.

Of course, Charlotte wouldn't blame them. If she had the choice, she would have chosen England as well. But her parents didn't trust Charlotte with her older brothers and the trust went vice versa. Annoyed at it, she had walked out of her folks mansion and onto the busy streets of muggle France.

Even though she knew where she was, the blonde had become unaware of her surroundings and hadn't bother to apologize to any of the people she had accidentally bumped into.

Angel sighed. So far, she'd had no luck in tracking down LaRue Manor. She was very annoyed and confused at the same time. Why had she even gone anyway? It wasn't like she expected to find it.

As someone bumped into her, Angel whirled around and sighed sadly.

"You know," she frowned, "you might want to watch where you're going. Don't want anyone to get hurt now, do we?"

Turning on her heal as one actually spoke up to her, Charlotte raised a curious eyebrow to the familiar Slytherin face. Smirking, Charlotte crossed her arms and shook her head in a mocking manner, "And since when does it matter if I hurt someone or not?"

Shrugging, she ran her fingers through her hair with a slight smile.

"Angel, right?" She said out loud, "That's your name."