This summer felt like a welcome reprieve after the last. Without major exams to study for--and now, with the reassurance that he'd crossed the first hurdle by passing his OWLs--Charles' summer schedule was much less hectic now.
Not that it had been a perfect summer all around, obviously, only really good on a personal level. There was a sinkhole in Padmore Park, and Charles' mother was still there now lending her healing expertise, which was actually why Charles found himself today at Dervish & Banges', running an errand for her like the good son he tried very hard to be.
As he stepped into the shop, though, he was almost immediately greeted by an entirely too familiar face. Charles sighed heavily. He was half-convinced that Charley had been sent by some higher power specifically to punish him for something. "I'm going to be a healer, like my parents before me," he said, hoping, perhaps uselessly, that she'd leave him alone if he answered her questions without a fuss.
Not that it had been a perfect summer all around, obviously, only really good on a personal level. There was a sinkhole in Padmore Park, and Charles' mother was still there now lending her healing expertise, which was actually why Charles found himself today at Dervish & Banges', running an errand for her like the good son he tried very hard to be.
As he stepped into the shop, though, he was almost immediately greeted by an entirely too familiar face. Charles sighed heavily. He was half-convinced that Charley had been sent by some higher power specifically to punish him for something. "I'm going to be a healer, like my parents before me," he said, hoping, perhaps uselessly, that she'd leave him alone if he answered her questions without a fuss.