Charley hated falling. She wasn't afraid of it, not really, not after all the practice she put in to not fall from great heights. She could climb up any building in Hogsmeade, and would swear the same for London too. The tree was barely a thought in her head, not with all the branches to catch on the way down. It was an easy gamble for her, there was no way the urchin could have ever fallen out the way the little damsel feared so much.

Charley just hadn't bet on grabbing for the little damsel as she fell.

With her limbs all tangled up in the Weasley girl, she couldn't reach out to grab the branches as they rushed by. And she didn't have a pair of wings this time to slow their rapid descent. Vicious thoughts raced through the urchin's head, then were gone again, ripped away like the twigs that reached callously at her clothes and scratched at her cheeks.

"Oi!"
"Bleedin'!"
"Cor!"

The urchin sang the hymn of her people each time they rebounded, her stomach flipping over more times than a trapeze artist. The world around her didn't stop moving when she did, and it took all of her concentration to unravel herself from the little damsel. Charley wasn't about to lay there, some dazed pigeon to be picked off by a dog, or worse, a copper.

"What's the big idea there?" Charley shouted, glaring down at the pretty, dumb girl on the ground. The world seemed to stabilize enough for her to brush off her clothes and move the hair out of her face. She winced when her hand touched the side of her cheek, and it came away with thin streaks of red. Her lips twisted into a fierce grimace, made all the worse when the urchin spied her cap sitting upturned on the grass a few feet away.

She stalked over to it, and mashed her parted friend back onto her head where it belonged. "All ya hadta do was climb down. Climb! It don't even take a witch, jes summat with workin' hands an' feet."

Charley kicked at the grass, since she couldn't kick a little girl when she was down. Not without really calling the dogs down upon herself. Fuming, and with fists shoved into her pockets, she chased down a fallen leaf on the ground, finding better victims for her anger than a demon-possessed girl from the trees. Not that hurting either of them would make the urchin feel any less rattled from that fall.

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