Charley nearly lost her cap in fright, startled by the little girl's screams. She released her charge, more glad to be rid of her grip than worried if the girl fell. After all, it was that niggling sort of worry that got her up the tree in the first place, the urchin had other places to be today. It wasn't her job to get the little girl down before she cracked her head.
"An' I'm s'posed ta find a girl with red hair in this town?" she wondered aloud, rolling her eyes at the little damsel's dumb request. Charley took hold of her cap and lifted it up, letting her ginger braids tumble down to swat against her freckled cheeks. It was an odd feeling lately, letting down her hair so someone else could see it, which made it easy for the exaggerated shock to grow on her face. The urchin turned it onto the Weasley girl to declare, "Oi, look! I found one already!"
Grinning to herself, Charley pressed her cap back firmly on her head, leaving the braids down for now. She could fix them when she got down, and besides that, Charley found it amusing to watch the little girl struggle. Fear was one thing, but this damsel's distress was seeming far more like something bigger than a little fear. "Y'know, I got a sister, but my big brother was the one who'd take me climbing."
Charley settled back onto the branch roughly opposite the damsel's, coming a bit lower than her feet when she sat on it. She let her own swing casually, keeping her grip with one hand on the branch beneath her. "Ambros was the best climber, he could shimmy up a tree afore you could say 'Ready or not, here I come!' Didn't matter if I found him, he wouldn't think I'd caught him 'till I could touch. You bet your knickers I figured out how to climb up after him."
She leaned back on the branch, enjoying the sway of the tree as it move under the breeze and her weight together. "He'd always go down first to catch me, no matter what we'd climb. 'Cept when we got up on a roof one time, and Ma come up hollering like a banshee. See, Ambros musta done summat to make her mad, 'cause she was plenty mad. He took one look at her and scooted right off the edge, leaving me high and dry up there on my own."
The urchin craned her neck out to look down, somberly judging the distance from their height. They were up even higher than she'd been on the roof in her story, but the little girl didn't exactly need to know that. "Ma screeched over to me to get down, then went off to wherever Ambros was. That left nobody to help me get down. I en't tell nobody else but I pissed my lady pants trying to get down all by myself. Not that I'm worried you'll say summat, who're you gonna tell all the way up here in a tree?"
Charley looked back up wearing the biggest grin she'd had all day. Or maybe she was just silently laughing at the little damsel's misfortune now. That would be a secret she was keeping to herself this time.