Viola was one of the good ones, the urchin could feel that in her bones. The one who got out and climbed up enough to look over the gutter, but not just to be some cuff-shooter or flash dona. The ministry witch never forgot what it was like down here, that was why Charley knew she could take the woman's words on the level. Nodding fiercely at the remarks about coppers wouldn't get her in trouble with Viola, the way it might with the wrong sort sniffing about.
"'Course! I know my who's Witches from Were's what." Charley stated proudly, drawing up in her seat to nearly the woman's height. Particularly if she added the top of her cap to it. Being small for her age had its advantages, except when it came to being seen as enough of a grown-up to be taken seriously. It was better not to let Viola think she'd made a poor choice in trusting the urchin.
After taking another gulp of her butterbeer, the urchin leaned forward. She was sure now that she had the woman's attention, and perhaps her favor now as well. "Since we're of the countin' on each other sort, might I get yer assistance with summat?"
Charley made sure the word was clear enough for Viola, just in case there was anything she'd forgotten about the streets. It wouldn't be that much of a big demand, not for a Ministry employee, and Charley was sure she could have asked for more. Little else meant more to her than the yearning desire in her chest, the creeping hole carved out at the end of her first term at Hogwarts.
"Mind lookin' into my family for me? Mum an' Pa were s'posed'ta send word after school, but I've heard nary a peep since." The urchin tried not to look too sour about it, it had only been a couple years now. That little hole had filled itself enough that she didn't stumble into it so often. She was hardly one to cry herself to sleep over it, either. "I en't scared they're dead or nothin', I jes gotta know."
She sat back with a little shrug on her shoulders, picking up the butterbeer to take a last swig of it. The empty bottle rang out with a hollow sound when it landed back on the table, and Charley tried not to wince at hearing it.
"'Course! I know my who's Witches from Were's what." Charley stated proudly, drawing up in her seat to nearly the woman's height. Particularly if she added the top of her cap to it. Being small for her age had its advantages, except when it came to being seen as enough of a grown-up to be taken seriously. It was better not to let Viola think she'd made a poor choice in trusting the urchin.
After taking another gulp of her butterbeer, the urchin leaned forward. She was sure now that she had the woman's attention, and perhaps her favor now as well. "Since we're of the countin' on each other sort, might I get yer assistance with summat?"
Charley made sure the word was clear enough for Viola, just in case there was anything she'd forgotten about the streets. It wouldn't be that much of a big demand, not for a Ministry employee, and Charley was sure she could have asked for more. Little else meant more to her than the yearning desire in her chest, the creeping hole carved out at the end of her first term at Hogwarts.
"Mind lookin' into my family for me? Mum an' Pa were s'posed'ta send word after school, but I've heard nary a peep since." The urchin tried not to look too sour about it, it had only been a couple years now. That little hole had filled itself enough that she didn't stumble into it so often. She was hardly one to cry herself to sleep over it, either. "I en't scared they're dead or nothin', I jes gotta know."
She sat back with a little shrug on her shoulders, picking up the butterbeer to take a last swig of it. The empty bottle rang out with a hollow sound when it landed back on the table, and Charley tried not to wince at hearing it.
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