Whatever made some people act like they were her betters, Charley couldn't work it out. She had seen the horsefaced girl's clothing in the daylight, it might not be threadbare but it wasn't nice. Not in the nice sense of someone with money, someone who couldn't care less about a street urchin. Or someone who cared just enough to step on her, like all the other insects trying desperately to overrun High Street. Not that this insect was about to let it happen to her.

Charley had her sights dead set on the other girl's ankles, it was now or never.

And then she found herself leaping forward to catch the wand that was so carelessly tossed her way. Charley turned it over for a moment, inspecting the wood for any new damage. Her nose wrinkled in disgust for a moment, clinging to a wand and magic that she still barely knew. The Slytherin had dispatched her easily, going at her again was just asking for punishment.

"Or What?" the urchin snapped back at the challenge, but she knew the answer already. She even knew what spell was being asked of her, and it was yet another reminder of her haphazard learning. What hadn't been taught to her in school was still held back from her by Mrs. Mann, who thought that conjuring a working shield charm was far less important than controlling the stream of a a water spell.

Just as her snobby opponent turned around, Charley grinned with a new idea. She put her back to the wall, already learning not to make herself an object of flight again. Then she raised her wand and flicked it, "Expelliarmus!"

This time, the urchin was sure, it would catch the other girl by surprise.

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