Charmed

prologue

p r o l o g u e
The Inevitable Meeting Of
Sophia And Edward

(painting of Sophia above
all credits to original artist)

1968

It was a sunny afternoon at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry, and with no classes that day, many students found themselves lolling around the courtyard, or laying by the lake. Sophia Mayweather, was one of such students.

     The seventh year Ravenclaw was tired of being stuffed up in her dormitory with nothing to do, and so -- after grabbing a few choice novels --, she made her way to the edge of the Great Lake to read.

She was right in the middle of chapter four, when the most unlikely of events occured. Turning the page, she was shockingly interrupted when a puff of blue light knocked it out of her hands. Angry, she turned in every direction, locking eyes with a Hufflepuff boy she recognized from her DADA class. He was running towards the book, a flustered look on his face. Sophia however, was not about to let a guilty Hufflepuff try to make amends with her. What if the spell had hit her? Or worse, what if it ruined her book?! She scoffed, standing from her spot, and walking towards the book.

Yet, just as she was leaning down to retrieve it, "Hey! Watch out!" She looked up slowly, just in time to see that the Hufflepuff boy had slipped in the mud, and was going downhill. The two of them were on a collision course. The last thing Sophia thought before he hit her, I should have stayed inside today.

An hour later, Sophia and the Hufflepuff were sitting in the hospital wing, listening intently as Madame Pomfrey lectured them on being more careful. Sophia tried to argue this, but of course the older woman wouldn't have it, and so she just had to sit, and listen, patiently. She was covered head to toe in drying mud, and in the crash, her book had been completely lost. She was not in a good mood.

As she was leaving the wing however, the same boy from earlier called after her using her last name. Which, she wasn't even sure he knew. Curiously, she stopped, and turned to face him. He was a short boy, a bit more on the stout side, with rosy cheeks and curly blonde hair atop his head. A steep difference from her 5'9, skin and bones, brown haired, self. "Yes?" She asked in her usual quick paced tone. It was a sharp response, but not intended to be as rude as some people took it. This boy however, didn't even notice.

"Mayweather, Hey, I feel awful about what happened today. I was dueling a friend of mine, and well, I'm shite at it, as you can tell." He laughed, looking up at her with a hopeful smile. However, Sophia didn't say anything, so he continued. "Anyway, here." He then held out his hands, causing the girl to glance down at what he was holding. It was her book, taped together crudely with wrinkled pages and a torn cover. It was clear the boy had tried to fix it, no matter how unhandy he was. Sophia couldn't help but furrow her brows. When had he gotten the time to find, and fix her book? They were supposed to be recovering. Had he really used that time to fix her novel? She took the book gingerly from his hands, staring at the cover with her eyes wide. "I didn't have a lot of materials, and I guess magic might have worked but I don't really know if 'repairio' would work for me, or against me, in this case."

A soft smile slowly began to form on Sophia Mayweather's face, and she hugged the book close to her chest. No one had ever been so unnecessarily kind to her, and it was clear that the boy hadn't meant any harm. She sighed, "Thank you, but I'm afraid I don't know your name."

     The boy waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, no one really does. The only reason I know yours is because the professors calls on you a lot." He held out his hand. "Edward Curheart, Muggleborn, Hufflepuff. My friends call me Eddie." He chirped, and Sophia took his hand in hers, shaking it gently.