all my life i've been told to wait

If Pavo didn't attach so much importance to his magical ability, magical heritage, and just... magic in general, he mightn't have cared about losing his wand. If he didn't rely on the force it provided to bend the world to his will and thus made a point of having it always within reach, a safety blanket for one who proclaimed to need none, he mightn't have cared about losing his wand. If he hadn't just that week been disarmed rather publicly and unfairly by a loathsome, intrusive excuse for a Hufflepuff, he mightn't have-

No, let's be honest. Reader, there was no universe of the many theoretical parallels in which Pavo Hitchens would ever be fine with being disarmed. There were many in which it would be an awful idea. Almost as many in which it could be a great one.

Luckily and unluckily (both and thus neither) for Charlotte, this was one in which it was both good- for her- and bad, bad, bad- for him, and therefore for her too.

In a show of restraint any onlooker might find admirable- and be grossly mistaken for assuming so- he took his time pulling himself up from his sitting position, languidly unfolding his slender form to its full height. His expression now completely absent of all the previous mocking and disdain, only flint grey eyes flashed a glacial, very real and very focused rage.

She'd be mistaken in thinking he was backing off. Or that he'd been cowed into submission. As with any predator, it was the stillness rather than the animation that really heralded the storm.

Amidst all the violent emotion, there were three things Pavo knew for certain: 1) She would never actually use his wand against him, 2) He would never be intimidated by a smug, thieving, dull-witted muggle-wannabe, and 3) He never, ever begged.

And this was where the luck came in. Had he had his wand at that point, Charlotte would no doubt have been  due for an urgent trip to the hospital wing for the ill-advised liberties she'd just taken. So it was a good thing, really, that he hadn't.

Nevertheless, in this deceptive silence, he took a step forward. And another one. And-

Stopped, drawn to a halt by the sudden sound of the door clattering open.

Lula's immediate indication of trouble was that Pavo didn't actually turn to look at her as she entered the common room. His eyes flicked her way briefly, and no doubt he recognized her tread immediately, but his attention was almost instantly gathered away from the distraction and back to the object of his wrath.

It took the younger Hitchens approximately 3 seconds to gauge the situation, each dedicated, respectively, to a cursory glance at her housemate, a quick assessment of her brother's contained fury, and a keen-eyed note of the familiar wand that was definitely not in the possession of the person it was supposed to be.

It took her less than a second to direct her impassive, equally cold gaze at the ginger and ask in deceptively measured tones:

"Is that my brother's wand?"

Charlotte probably made a big mistake. Once when his wand was in her possession she was almost able to feel his anger. it was like air almost left the room because even with the opened window she wasn't able to breathe.
The only thing that helped a little was the fact that spell disappeared and she was able to stand on her legs again.
It was almost hard for her to stood up but once when she was on her legs again, she seriously considered the idea to throw his wand and just escape.

She wasn't even sure why he was angry like that. he was the one who used spells on her in the first place so it was natural that she tried to defend herself. And only way was to disarm him.
She looked him directly in the eyes. If he wasn't evil like this, she may even like him. He was pretty, even when he is angry but more than anything, he was mean. That was the only thing that stopped her to feel sorry because of what she did.

Charlotte heard that someone opened the door but she didn't dare to look who it is. She felt like Pavo would kill her in the moment when she looks at something else.
But then, the voice almost froze her. That was his sister, Lula or Lola, she still wasn't sure, but the girl was angry. She was angry at Charlotte.

That was the moment when Charlotte looked at girl icily.
"It is. And don't you dare to be angry at me, he was the one who was throwing spells on me so I disarm him" she shrugged and to be honest, she didn't care what this girl may think. She knew that she didn't do anything wrong, she was just taking care of herself.

Lula's presence did not have a calming effect on Pavo, not by a long shot. But it did reign him in just enough, keeping him rooted to his position at a safe distance as Waldorf completed her outburst.

Pavo was bristling at the renewed affront- who did the shrew think she was to tell his sister what she could or couldn't do? He would make her regret it, he would make her pay for it, she'd rue the day she ever thought herself worthy of setting foot in this school- just as soon as he had his wand-

But Lula merely tilted her head to the side, musing. Shrewd, unrelenting eyes made a cool assessment of her fellow Ravenclaw, she of the heightened emotions but sound logic, and her hand did not make the journey from the strap of her bag to the pocket of her robes where her own wand resided.

"Well," she said, calm as anything. There was a note of curiosity in there if you knew to expect it. "What are you planning on doing with it?"

Charlotte was the nice person. Or at least she wanted to think that she was the nice person. She didn't want to do anything bad but still, she found herself thinking about ways to make Pavo regret for messing with her. But the truth was, he wasn't worth of it. He wasn't important enough to risk getting detention or something like that because of him.

So she looked at his sister and shrugged.
"For now, nothing." With that said, she looked at Pavo again and put his wand on the floor before she went to sit at the sofa again.
"But next time, I will break your wand, just to be clear. And don't think even for a second that I won't tell professor Aldon what you did."