Charley must have coughed out half her lungs on the dingy floor, still sprawled out from where she'd landed. Picking herself up took some effort, she discovered new sore spots with every motion as her eyes checked that all her body parts were still attached. It wasn't easy to tell with her clothes coated in the same dirt and dust layer that coated the floor, only disturbed in a very urchin-shaped pattern where she had lain. With a few shakes of her limbs, and wiggles of her fingers and toes, the urchin found herself more or less in one piece.

Which was a fair start when finding herself nowhere close to where she thought she'd be.

"'lo?" she tried, asking the question to the long shadows of the room. Turning to the light streaming through crusty windows was almost painful by contrast, making her squint to see through them. Charley definitely wasn't close to meant to end up. The trees loomed menacingly until she could track their long, spindly branches by the shadows they cast inside, and through the sheer silence of the space she could clearly make out birdsong. It struck her so suddenly that she made a face, scrunching her nose so much that her freckles started to join together.

Charley finished brushing herself off the best she could, and retrieved her cap from where it had tumbled away. The dirt didn't bother her so much, hair could be fixed and clothes washed, but anyone could have come across her while she was sprawled out. The urchin scratched her head before she put her cap back on, puzzling out how she'd managed to get here of all places. Wherever here was.

"I en't breakin' in, I swear it," she called out again to the bleak corners of the room, holding out her palms to make intent clear to anyone watching. Charley was more afraid that those shadows were real claws trying to snatch her, but that was a silly notion. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs cluttering it up. "I was jes tryna get to—"

The urchin blinked a few times, the lines of her frown pulling deeper. Now she didn't even remember what she'd said when tossing the floo powder into the fireplace a minute ago. She couldn't have hit her head that hard.

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