June 25th, 1888 - The Woodcroft Residence
One sickle and fifteen knuts.
That left him with – Charles counted the coins in his hand - five sickles and fourteen knuts to spare. Perfect. He didn’t have enough for the owl he wanted – he’d need over a galleon and given the fog in Hogsmeade and his occupation, Charles knew not to ever carry more than about six or seven sickles. He’d just have to go to Diagon Alley again at some point.
Peering into a new bakery that had recently opened, the Hit Wizard stepped inside and bought a few sweet treats for Miss Woodcroft, bringing his shopping list down from three items to one. Now he just needed something for her mother. What was it mothers liked? His mother enjoyed flowers but that was not appropriate, Charles thought. He looked up at the sky and smiled. Oh, that was an idea.
Once he’d gotten his gift for Mrs Woodcroft, Charles went back to his house in Irvingly and put on the best dinner outfit he had and, of course, his sister teased him a little to which Charles responded with his usual snark.
It was quite the blessing working in London. He managed to consistently be outside of the fog and see the sunshine. Plus, he could use magic. Granted his magic was mostly used on criminals – but he could use it nonetheless. Being back in Irvingly was a little disheartening once he realized the present he’d bought for Emmeline’s mother wasn’t going to work. He opted then to leave it at home, certain she wouldn’t mind.
Showing his pass to the Ministry officials, Charles got the train into Hogsmeade and made his way slowly toward Emmeline’s house where he was greeted by her family and they spent a few hours enjoying dinner. It was quite a delightful experience and Charles managed to share a few of his work details; such as what kind of job he did. He elected to omit the whole killing people on occasion thing, though.
Once dinner was over, Charles had found himself cupping a glass of rum whilst in conversation with Emmeline’s father. After a short while, her father excused himself to do something.
Charles turned to Emmeline and smiled softly, “That was a pleasant dinner, Ems.”
That left him with – Charles counted the coins in his hand - five sickles and fourteen knuts to spare. Perfect. He didn’t have enough for the owl he wanted – he’d need over a galleon and given the fog in Hogsmeade and his occupation, Charles knew not to ever carry more than about six or seven sickles. He’d just have to go to Diagon Alley again at some point.
Peering into a new bakery that had recently opened, the Hit Wizard stepped inside and bought a few sweet treats for Miss Woodcroft, bringing his shopping list down from three items to one. Now he just needed something for her mother. What was it mothers liked? His mother enjoyed flowers but that was not appropriate, Charles thought. He looked up at the sky and smiled. Oh, that was an idea.
Once he’d gotten his gift for Mrs Woodcroft, Charles went back to his house in Irvingly and put on the best dinner outfit he had and, of course, his sister teased him a little to which Charles responded with his usual snark.
It was quite the blessing working in London. He managed to consistently be outside of the fog and see the sunshine. Plus, he could use magic. Granted his magic was mostly used on criminals – but he could use it nonetheless. Being back in Irvingly was a little disheartening once he realized the present he’d bought for Emmeline’s mother wasn’t going to work. He opted then to leave it at home, certain she wouldn’t mind.
Showing his pass to the Ministry officials, Charles got the train into Hogsmeade and made his way slowly toward Emmeline’s house where he was greeted by her family and they spent a few hours enjoying dinner. It was quite a delightful experience and Charles managed to share a few of his work details; such as what kind of job he did. He elected to omit the whole killing people on occasion thing, though.
Once dinner was over, Charles had found himself cupping a glass of rum whilst in conversation with Emmeline’s father. After a short while, her father excused himself to do something.
Charles turned to Emmeline and smiled softly, “That was a pleasant dinner, Ems.”