[h3][i][u]Charlyn Avalon[/u]

Currently in Diagon Alley, Madam Malkin's Robes[/i][/h3]
[b][i]Also in the same shop:[/i] Cameron [/b]([@SomewhatAverage])[b]; Talon[/b] ([@XAnthProper])[b], Callum[/b] ([@AbysmalDemon])
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Charlyn was in thoughts about all those robes she saw here when a boy with brown hair - [i]must be a first class too[/i] - approached her and just started talking.
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"This is insane, isn't it? All these wizards and all this magic in just one street. It really puts everything into perspective, don't you think so?" [/b]

The way the boy talked gave Charlie a weird feeling. Most 11-year-olds do not talk like this. She looked at him for a few seconds, taking in what he had just said, opened her mouth to reply and -

[b]"Yeah, it does. Even if you're from the wizarding world it is kind of amazing. Sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Callum Elmridge, but you can just call me Cal."[/b] Another boy with brown hair, longer than the other boy's though, had stepped to them and just rudely had taken upon the question that was meant ot be for her. He extended his hand and just acted like Charlyn didn't exist.

She then caught his name. [color=6ecff6]"Elmridge?"[/color], she said, her voice stating that she obviously knew that name. But she decided to leave any other comment unsaid. She didn't need to make enemies before even boarding the Hogwarts Express. 

Instead Charlyn decided to extend her hand to Callum Elmridge. Her father, an open hearted former Hufflepuff, had taught her to always approach strangers with an open mind and no prejudices. For Charlyn, only 11 years old, that was a rather hard task. But she decided to try it with Callum. [color=6ecff6]"I'm Charlyn."[/color] She left her last name unmentioned, most people in the nearby wizarding world or those who read the daily prophet knew that Jax Avalon had killed his own 12-year-old brother when he was only 17. And Charlie did not like being confronted with that at all. She hasn't even known either of them.