Charles had been extremely busy the last week or so; his every waking hour having been preoccupied with the fog and more specifically, the Ministry’s plans for how to deal with it. Said plans had come in the form of recruiting people whom wanted to help to go into an expedition – which set off yesterday.
Charles had been approached to join the expedition but he’d elected to not go seeing as, in his own words, he can’t do his job if he’s fumbling around with a bunch of strangers in the dark. And it was true; it did make things difficult.
Having managed to secure some time off, Charles folded up the most recent letter he’d received from Emmeline and smiled. He pushed it into his bedside cabinet and pulled on a jacket before heading toward the station – which was remarkably quiet (even for the fog). Upon showing his pass, he ventured to Hogsmeade.
He was quite excited at the prospect of seeing Emmeline again and it seemed as if she was too if her letters were anything to go by. Once he’d made his way through the fog-addled park, Charles saw – albeit quite dimly – his girl. No, wait. The girl. Emmeline. He saw Emmeline. Sitting as she always did; knees tucked up, arms wrapped around her legs, and head resting on her knees.
Shaking his head a little, Charles moved to sit next to her with a smile; “You know it’s not very proper to sit like that when you’re out, Ems.” He teased.
Charles had been approached to join the expedition but he’d elected to not go seeing as, in his own words, he can’t do his job if he’s fumbling around with a bunch of strangers in the dark. And it was true; it did make things difficult.
Having managed to secure some time off, Charles folded up the most recent letter he’d received from Emmeline and smiled. He pushed it into his bedside cabinet and pulled on a jacket before heading toward the station – which was remarkably quiet (even for the fog). Upon showing his pass, he ventured to Hogsmeade.
He was quite excited at the prospect of seeing Emmeline again and it seemed as if she was too if her letters were anything to go by. Once he’d made his way through the fog-addled park, Charles saw – albeit quite dimly – his girl. No, wait. The girl. Emmeline. He saw Emmeline. Sitting as she always did; knees tucked up, arms wrapped around her legs, and head resting on her knees.
Shaking his head a little, Charles moved to sit next to her with a smile; “You know it’s not very proper to sit like that when you’re out, Ems.” He teased.