Charles nodded at her asking about his mother being a muggle. He didn’t need to say much more than that and instead, had decided to ensure this girl didn’t die of hypothermia.

Asking about the promotion, Charles waited until her ‘joke’ about splinching to finish. He feigned a soft laugh (though it was less fake and more ‘it’s not funny, it’s cute; so I’ll laugh’). Continuing their walk, Charles coughed a little, “Yeah, going for Squad Chief at the Ministry.” He said.

He was going to wait a few months and finish building up his repertoire with his bosses within the Ministry. He’d been a Hit Wizard for long enough, he’d thought, and it was nigh on time he got promoted but he didn’t want to seem eager. He hadn’t wanted to seem eager for the last few years. So maybe then, it was time to be eager. Soon. He’d go for it soon.

“Well, maybe he wasn’t a friend then.” Charles shrugged. He wasn’t going to pry. He didn’t know this girl – not even her name – so delving into her personal life wasn’t the best thing to do. Plus she was drunk.
Stopping at the start of the Pennyworth district, Charles let go of Emmeline and turned to her, “Where to next, Miss….?” He trailed off, hoping to catch a name.

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