The night prior hadn’t gone as Charles had expected in the slightest and though he didn’t mind taking a detour on his way to The Three Broomsticks. It had been a nice albeit interesting experience. Young people and their alcohol – it was amusing to him. This girl - this Miss Emmeline Woodcroft – she seemed far too sweet to be on the receiving end of alcohol-induced mistakes and mishaps and so Charles had felt somewhat bad for her. It could be said then that this was a blessing in disguise; having her wand. He could make sure she was okay and give her wand back.
He hadn’t intended on having her wand. Apparently, after he’d given her his jacket, the Hit Wizard had put her wand in his pocket and not back in hers. Which was kind of awkward though alas, everything happened for a reason. Even if that reason remained to be seen and may not have been good. Charles couldn’t tell.
He was kind of irritated how his evening had turned out as he’d gone home after leaving the girl and did not have a drop of alcohol at the pub. At his house, he shared a few glasses of rum with his father and mused over his little adventure. His father found it highly amusing and remarked on how he should have made a move; alcohol in a woman makes for other things inside of them too, he’d said. His mother gave him a quick slap on the back of the head and Charles laughed, retorting that he isn’t that kind of person. He’d only been to a whorehouse thrice once and didn’t fancy going again more than a few times.
Truth be told, he hadn’t actually been to any sort of unsavoury establishment since he’d quit drinking as much as he did. He was too focused on ensuring his promotion came to fruition.
Walking to one of Irvingly’s safe zones, Charles nodded at one of the Ministry employees and apparated to Padmore Park without stopping. Stumbling forward as he disapparated, Charles looked behind himself and straightened his Ministry suit as he stepped forward. That wasn’t the smoothest of apparitions he’d done. Oh well. He had some work in Hogsmeade and being elegant wasn't exactly a hallmark of his job.
It didn’t take long for him to find the girl sat in a shawl – without a chaperone – waiting for him. Smirking lightly at the sight of her, Charles moved to sit next to her.
“I wouldn’t have taken you as one to ignore direct advice from a Hit Wizard,” Charles said playfully as he pulled out her wand and held it out for her, “But here’s your wand, Miss Woodcroft. I must have put it in my pocket instead of yours. I would have gone back to yours last night though I thought it better if I didn’t.”
He hadn’t intended on having her wand. Apparently, after he’d given her his jacket, the Hit Wizard had put her wand in his pocket and not back in hers. Which was kind of awkward though alas, everything happened for a reason. Even if that reason remained to be seen and may not have been good. Charles couldn’t tell.
He was kind of irritated how his evening had turned out as he’d gone home after leaving the girl and did not have a drop of alcohol at the pub. At his house, he shared a few glasses of rum with his father and mused over his little adventure. His father found it highly amusing and remarked on how he should have made a move; alcohol in a woman makes for other things inside of them too, he’d said. His mother gave him a quick slap on the back of the head and Charles laughed, retorting that he isn’t that kind of person. He’d only been to a whorehouse thrice once and didn’t fancy going again more than a few times.
Truth be told, he hadn’t actually been to any sort of unsavoury establishment since he’d quit drinking as much as he did. He was too focused on ensuring his promotion came to fruition.
Walking to one of Irvingly’s safe zones, Charles nodded at one of the Ministry employees and apparated to Padmore Park without stopping. Stumbling forward as he disapparated, Charles looked behind himself and straightened his Ministry suit as he stepped forward. That wasn’t the smoothest of apparitions he’d done. Oh well. He had some work in Hogsmeade and being elegant wasn't exactly a hallmark of his job.
It didn’t take long for him to find the girl sat in a shawl – without a chaperone – waiting for him. Smirking lightly at the sight of her, Charles moved to sit next to her.
“I wouldn’t have taken you as one to ignore direct advice from a Hit Wizard,” Charles said playfully as he pulled out her wand and held it out for her, “But here’s your wand, Miss Woodcroft. I must have put it in my pocket instead of yours. I would have gone back to yours last night though I thought it better if I didn’t.”