Charles Webster— “He’s an absolute Twat and nothing but trouble” is what most would say about this boy. He comes from prestigious wealth and long history in the wizarding world. When he reached of age, just like his father and his before him, he went to hogwarts. And just like his formers, he was sorted in Slythein.

He’s always had that type of nature. Naturally kinda aggressive and mischievous. Known for fighting and arguing in the area where he’s from. Nothing would stop this kid from finding something to rile someone up.

He was one of the worst types of trouble boys. The good looking ones. The kind that girls would somehow find a way to defend just because he’s cute. Naturally perfect skin, smile lines and stunning dark blue eyes. Pair with somehow always perfectly kept brunette hair. And even worse, he was also on the Quidditch team.

He was easy to hate. And if you weren’t with him, you were absolutely his next target.

It was winter, the best time of year, where the older kids would go to Hogsmade before the real break.

Charles is one of those kids, he’s a 5th year, somehow. He just barely didn’t make the cut to be in the 6ths years so he’s one of be older 5th years.

He hangs out with the same bastardly group of boys. Slytherins just like him. They love to torment the younger ones, it’s there favorite thing. And it’s a group of 6 or 7 boys. They can cause real issues if they wanted to.

Right now, they were just looking around the Zonko’s Joke Shop, some of these guys loved their stupid petty pranks. And some 2nd year Gryffindor had gotten on their nerves. They were going to head out after this to buy some new Quidditch stuff since they were all on the team.

Charles had been thinking about his Owl. He sent a letter home a while ago and his owl hasn’t come back.

But he got quickly distracted. By a girl. Who had just passed by the window.

She wasn’t just any girl. She was basically his academic rival for the first three years. She was the girl he liked to spite because she always had something snappy to say back. A bit of an attitude sometimes; and it interested him.

He went on to learn more. She was..actually perfect. Smart, beautiful, actually sweet and very considerate.

And right now—that’s his girlfriend. She’s another one of the older 6th years, only a month or so younger than Charles.

He managed to disappear from his friends and walk out to see her,

But not too sweetly. He wanted to get her attention but he was still that little asshat.

So he threw a snowball at her. And when she looked back—

—he had the stupidest grin. It was mischievous but so boyish. And that was the best part of his charm.