20 December 1894 - The Great Hall, Christmas Dinner Feast
As much as Charlie was starting to enjoy his time at Hogwarts, he was also ready to go home. Having his own room with his own space was something he greatly missed, because sometimes the other first years could be loud when he was trying to sleep. He missed his mum and his brothers, the latter who didn’t really write to him all that much despite their promises that they would – Charlie had a lot to tell them about! Uncle Anthony would be there too, and he was excited to recount the first few months at Hogwarts, with a few embellishments of course. All that stood between him and going home was this feast. Charlie was sitting at the Gryffindor table, his eyes flickering around the Great Hall as he soaked in his first Christmas feast. Every surface was decked out in sparkling garlands and lit candles, and someone had even enchanted the ceiling to make it seem like it was snowing inside; he was happy it wasn’t real snow because he really didn’t want to sit in the cold while trying to eat. It would just melt and make him miserable. He was kind of miserable though, if only because Ignacio was sitting almost right behind him, looking as smug as ever while piling his plate high with food.
His stupid smirk was bothering Charlie. What did he have to smirk over? No one liked him. Maybe Charlie ought to let him know loud and clear how much he was disliked, and maybe he shouldn’t come back after the break. The food on the long table in front of him was overflowing with Christmas delicacies that made his stomach grumble. It was while he was pouring over some cranberry sauce, bright red and very goopy, into his turkey that he had a grand idea. Lips twitched into a smirk.
Charlie grabbed a spoonful, pretending to serve himself, yet under the table he flicked his wand to send the sticky glob hurling through the air, straight toward Ignacio’s robes. He turned, head tipped to the side to see if it hit its mark. That would stain for sure.
