chapter1

                                    

                                          

         I was hoping to be able to focus on some pretty girls from my own year this term at Hogwarts, however a growing list of cruel responsibilities seems to be rearing its ugly head and I'll be able to focus on that instead.
My name is Casanova Charm, and I have a list! here's the order of the things that are held within:
First and foremost is getting the area surrounding the school designated in some way as a sort of beast preserve as I'll be needing a place for my beast collection to relocate. I suspect the room of requirements won't hold out for me much longer...
--Which immediately brings us to the second daunting task on my list. 
I'll need to be seriously considering a career here in England. As an American student staying in London I want to quickly strike out in the wizarding world as to ease the burden on my muggle mothers' working heart. My mom is a secretary out in New York at the moment in a job field she especially hates just to keep me in fine robes at Hogwarts. 
I've informed her that I would be onto cutting my teeth out here at magical Hogsmeade and she was none too pleased to see me go. Dad was never much for the "occult" as he put it so it was an easier sell all in all with him guiding mom in on the thought of an early retirement in Cabo! 
My prospects, so far as I've seen them, are not quite so good in that regard. The choices seem to be that dreadful second-hand store that runs itself (infested with a demon I might add) or beast mastery for that cute brood (and peck) girl's shop. 
While I always love picking up the gold and all the praise from beast drop-offs, I am ready to move on from the fantastic beast game as it is becoming a blight on my free time holding over from last year, and I am certainly not getting in the elf's way as she provides me my only means of income as is, with her peculiar ways. 
Don't get me wrong I love my thestral and the unicorn twins, but after picking up for a horde of magic Scotland ducks for a year it's time for a course correction.
Thirdly (and this may fall under the "girls" overall category) I want to return to professor Garlick's good side for at least a moment at some point this school term. She absolutely hates me as the situation stands now, and she seriously dreaded my presence in her class most last term too. All after I unintentionally (and most royally) pissed her off with some remarks I made...  
It was all because I stupidly spat out a comedic:
 "--She DEFINATLY! did that shit!!"
Joking in the moment Ominous let slip the story of how Garlick became the youngest professor to teach at Hogwarts, all while mindlessly chatting up our tutoring group of first year herbology prospects. 
It was truly just jest as I relatedly remarked to whoever would hear me out after. None did so. Sadly, it seems Garlick is made of a tougher peel then most as she wouldn't even entertain the notion of hearing out my apology for starting that dreadful rumor in the first place.
 when I had manned up and confessed, I could quite literally see the youthful charm seep from her beautiful face as she came to terms with what her newly declared opposition had just confided in her. Thank goodness she hasn't brought it up to the headmaster I suppose as I did in fact receive my owl invitation this past summer. 
I couldn't even get her to stop knitting her brows at me after outperforming my peers in herbology class when the student reviews came around!
 She pointedly wouldn't look in my direction as she begrudgingly complimented my plant specimens at the end of the term, and I had had the portliest mandrake tots in the herbology year at that!!
...Finally, I should be getting around to outing that headmaster, Phineas Black, in a potential quidditch suppression scandal for the ages as I suspect he canceled quidditch my starting term because he simply didn't want his hidden-amongst-the-students daughter to play the lowly sport for some ignorant pure-blooded reason I'm sure. (a raven claw??)
I haven't told anyone this theory at the moment in hopes of using it in my plan to get professor Weasley the position as new headmaster.
 I'm hoping it doesn't all fall apart on me like the Garlick situation has...
Haha, maybe I should stop confiding in Zenobia's age group all together, she was a bit of a gabble gort as it stood when she played with her, whatever, spitting beans.
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--shoot!! I did it again didn't I... drat!!
         See, I don't mean to make remarks that could be misconstrued as lewd or overly morbid even, as I always seem to do. It is all often part of the silver tongue blessing I was born with. All that flourish, that jokey stoicism, and the quips of tasteless falsehoods that seems to flow out, I'm sure now, are all simply the side effects of a curse which I'm managing day to day now it seems.
And I'm sure this scar across my face from the dragon attack doesn't help me seem any less the Slytherin vile villain that even Slytherin himself became.
(note to self, learn the Oppungo jinx in case of snakes it would seem. The only other spell I could figure to defend against a potential SALIZARIAN BASILISK!! Was something along the lines of "fiend-fire" and even that sounds terrible... Oh. I did also get a nice pair of Perseus Lenses though!) 
         All of this sturrs in my head as I make my final stroll through the shops here in Diagon Alley seeing if there is anything I've missed on the lists. 
My 6th year term at Hogwarts starts tomorrow, and I am hopeful it shall be a simple one at that this time around.
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Slam!
Trickle!
Drop!
Drop!
...oww...