Frankly, Charles was already regretting coming to Hogsmeade today. It wasn't that he was behind--frankly, he spent so much of his time studying and doing schoolwork that he thought it might be physically impossible for him to fall behind at this point, even if he took a month off doing anything more than the bare minimum. But at this point, he had spent so much time worrying over school that he felt something like guilt for taking a break to himself.

Charles was on the High Street now, trying to distract himself from the impulse to go back to the school early. He was standing presently in front of Quality Quiddith Supplies, looking at the display in the window. He didn't have a particular interest in quidditch, per se, but again, distraction. It was as he was looking, though, that he saw a familiar-enough reflection in the glass. Turning, he said, "Hey! It's you!"

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