“Alright, firewhiskey. I’ll stop.” He raised his eyebrows toward her, as if challenging her. He hadn’t responded to her previous letter but knew he was definitely going to stick with that name, “so you can call me Charlie now. You’ve already started with your last letter.” He said plainly and nodded to her offer.
“Tea would be wonderful,” he said as he followed her inside. It was rather quiet in the house but he’d suspected they were just upstairs at this point. He didn’t even think that it was because they weren’t home. Merlin, a moment ago he’d thought they were all being held by some deranged lunatic.
Closing the door behind him, Charles smiled and followed her further into the house, “No one’s home, are they?” He sighed and put on a playful tone, “Careful, firewhiskey, people might start talking. Also,” He said, fiddling with his wand a little, “if I were to borrow something from you, it’d be your wand again. That way I would have a nice paperweight and memento of you.”
“Tea would be wonderful,” he said as he followed her inside. It was rather quiet in the house but he’d suspected they were just upstairs at this point. He didn’t even think that it was because they weren’t home. Merlin, a moment ago he’d thought they were all being held by some deranged lunatic.
Closing the door behind him, Charles smiled and followed her further into the house, “No one’s home, are they?” He sighed and put on a playful tone, “Careful, firewhiskey, people might start talking. Also,” He said, fiddling with his wand a little, “if I were to borrow something from you, it’d be your wand again. That way I would have a nice paperweight and memento of you.”