"Oh," Charley said simply, then stopped. She didn't know what else to say to that. The urchin had found herself wired for a fight from the moment the idea lit up her mind, she just couldn't put a finger on why. It wasn't like she could really do anything if someone tried to stop her, except maybe make them bleed a little for it. That didn't stop her fingers from winding themselves tightly around the gate's bars or soften her glare any faster.

It was probably just something misagreeable she ate today, or yesterday.

She turned back to her work, threading another blue flower into place. Then it came out again, there were far too many blues already. Charley's glare fixed on the flowers instead, scorching the too-soft petals and the bug-eaten flowers with her eyes. They would actually look a little better with some magic, Mrs. Mann just hadn't taught her the spell she used for flowers in the shop yet.

"Really?" she asked the professor-man. It was the first kind thing he had said about her work. Charley leaned back from the gate, her fingers a little looser now, hoping she could spot what he saw. Then she shook her head and peered through the bars at him. "I mean, you do? Know a spell or summat to make them bloom more?"

Charley didn't stop to wonder why he was being so nice for a moment, a blooming spell was just the sort of thing to bring the whole arrangement together. If the urchin had still been able to attend Hogwarts, a blooming arrangement of flowers was just the sort of thing she would have wanted to walk under to start her year. It had a cheering effect, or it would once Charley had everything right, anyway.

"What kinda spell?" The urchin felt the pockets of her trousers and vest before realizing she had left her wand in the bottom of the basket on the ground. Well, it wasn't going to do her any good up there. "It's not the engorgio one, is it? 'Cause I tried that one on a flower and it made all the petals explode."

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