Charles smiled at her slurred remark, “Then I suppose I’ll have to try extra hard,” He said as he reacted to her stumble, catching her and putting his arm around her body to support her. He’d had to do this on more than one occasion so he knew what he was doing. Granted, though, it was more his friends helping him but the intent was there. It was like riding a bike. Well, it was like riding a bike when you’d watched someone ride a bike a hundred times. Easy.
“Always wanted to live there, my mother can’t enter Hogsmeade though.” He nodded as he noticed her shivers. Knowing full well he couldn’t grab his own wand, Charles used the arm that was wrapped around her body to feel around for any pockets and no sooner had he done so, had he found her wand. Grabbing it, he pulled it out of her pocket and flicked it, muttering a spell under his breath.
He then stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip; his jacket pulled itself off of his body and attached to hers, pulling itself over her arms. He then took another hold of her and continued their walk, placing her wand back into a pocket, “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to be splinched too. Would be quite something to explain to my bosses. And definitely not good for my promotion,” he mused with a slight chuckle to himself.
After they’d walked in silence for a few moments, Charles spoke up once again though his eyes remained in front of himself; his grip of her remaining firm, tightening each time she stumbled so as to ensure she did not fall once again, “So, what exactly made you decide to go to the Broomsticks?
“Always wanted to live there, my mother can’t enter Hogsmeade though.” He nodded as he noticed her shivers. Knowing full well he couldn’t grab his own wand, Charles used the arm that was wrapped around her body to feel around for any pockets and no sooner had he done so, had he found her wand. Grabbing it, he pulled it out of her pocket and flicked it, muttering a spell under his breath.
He then stopped in his tracks and loosened his grip; his jacket pulled itself off of his body and attached to hers, pulling itself over her arms. He then took another hold of her and continued their walk, placing her wand back into a pocket, “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to be splinched too. Would be quite something to explain to my bosses. And definitely not good for my promotion,” he mused with a slight chuckle to himself.
After they’d walked in silence for a few moments, Charles spoke up once again though his eyes remained in front of himself; his grip of her remaining firm, tightening each time she stumbled so as to ensure she did not fall once again, “So, what exactly made you decide to go to the Broomsticks?