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Presley Black 
Gwen had seen her name next to Charlie's on the buddy sheet. She was already regretting putting her name down. Not because she had any problem with the sixth year girl, but because it seemed weird. What was she supposed to say? 'Hi I'm Gwen and we've been assigned to be friends'? That would be super strange.
She spotted the girl at the study tables, recognizing her from seeing her around the common room and Great Hall. Deep breaths. This was normal. This was just like meeting a person. Charlie could help Gwen with homework, which, if she admitted it to herself, she really needed a lot of help with.
Arms full of schoolbooks, just after classes had gotten over, Gwen approached the older girl. "Hey, are you Charlie?" Gwen had no freaking idea how to pronounce her last name, and she wasn't about to try. She would only make a fool of herself. If she was lucky, the other girl might say it, or Gwen might hear someone else say it.
Gwen realized a second too late that she was interrupting the sixth year who was just beginning a book. Whoops. It was a big thick book too. The kind that Gwen wouldn't even bother to pick up. By Emily Bronte. Of course, Gwen knew all about classic books. When she was little, as bedtime stories her dad would read them to her. Her favorite was Great Expectations. However, the prospect of reading them herself was daunting. Maybe she should have picked a different time to approach Charlie. Like, when she wasn't just starting on a book. Or maybe it was better to catch her at the beginning before she got wrapped up in it? Ravenclaws tended to do that. Get wrapped up in books.
Eighteen-oh-one - I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.
From the first sentence, Charlie knew she was going to love this book. There was just something about classics that she adored, and they made her ponder what it was like such a long time ago. How many people had read this same story in the last couple of hundred years? How many peoples lives had it affected, and how many had loved it?
She'd barely gotten past the first paragraph when Charlie felt eyes on her. The feeling caused her to look up from the page, and slide a bookmark into the crease of the paper. This was her buddy, right? Offering the younger girl a grin, she leant forward in her chair a little a placed the book down onto the pile.
On top of Romeo and Juliet, but not covering the title.
Then the... second year, was she? Spoke.
"Charlie. That's me. You're Gwen, right?" Maybe she should have approached the younger girl, gone and found her and offered her help? It was too late to think about that, now, though.
"Want to sit down?" There was a chair opposite. And just enough room on the table for Gwen to put her big stacks down.