Charlotte just watched Iris as she made her way around the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters. She was a pretty girl, even prettier than she was in all the photographs she had seen of her, and she could see why Corner would be proud of his daughter. Beautiful, polite, and---
---Charlotte jumped away from the counter at the sound of the plate smashing and threw a hand to her heart. Jesus Christ, she hadn't been expecting that; or that she would have scared her in the first place. Then again, she had always been a rather quiet person---she had to remember that not everyone had Corner's Auror honed perception and could hear a person coming from a mile away.
"I'm so sorry, I'll---let me help you with that---" Charlotte rushed to help pick up the pieces on the floor.
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