"An' when ya find the biter, yer gonna toss her in the clink, eh?" Charley announced with eyes that leapt away for a moment. They fell on the copper, who had to be listening to the whole affair. "There's some right deadly folk who belong in there, not some working gal from the streets jes tryna make a livin'."

It was as much as the urchin might ever say to a copper's face, not that she was exactly conversing. Viola was a far better partner for that, always ready with more than just the word around the Ministry. Charley took a swig of her butterbeer, grinning as the sweet bubbles tickled down her throat. The Ministry witch was a good one to study over a nice bottle of butterbeer, and Charley wasn't usually the studying sort. She was already doing plenty of that with Mrs. Mann, maybe even enough to impress the woman across the table.

Any way she could be useful to Viola could be useful to Charley, too. If anyone could find her parents, it was the Ministry.

"Hogsmeade's ready if she shows up, Miss Sinistra. 'Specially with me 'round." The urchin aimed her wink squarely at the woman, not even glancing to see if the copper was paying attention now. She patted the long vest pocket where she kept her wand, always handy just in case. Taking another swig of her butterbeer here might have been her one slip, it got the better of Charley for a moment and made her burp.

Just a little one.

She grinned through it, ignoring the way it might make her look. The Ministry witch had to be used to plenty of sorts like her, enough to forgive a little burp anyway. Besides, Charley was pretty sure the woman liked her. "Alls ya gotta do is ask, whatever you need I'm yer lass!"

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