Charlotte was absolutely ecstatic.  She was being punished with an adventure?  That was fine by her, she still felt sour about being punished at all!  It's not like... well, she knew she could go on and on in her mind about how unfair it was, but there was no sense in that, not when the prospect of this sort of fun was so close at hand.  

She was eager to get started, but felt a little low on friendship at the moment.


Another adult approached the group, like Cass he looked like he was barely out of school himself.  He was a good looking, if slightly short man of dirty blond hair, that fell in loose curls around his forehead and just over his ears.  He set himself apart from students who would otherwise look the same age as him with a short, but full beard.

“Sorry for the wait,” he spoke with an American accent, with a slight Northern inflection that most Brits might not even notice.  “I still get lost in the castle, didn’t grow up here like these two,” he gestured at Cass and Charlie.  “I’m just as new as you firsties… First Years, pardon me.

“Alright, Charlie.  Let’s go?”  

He was already holding his wand, in a casual, comfortable sort of way.  It was long and crooked, but all of its bends and twists brought the very point back so that it was perfectly in line with the handle.