Four years. Four years since the end of Grindlewald’s terror - as some wizardkind would call it. Four years since Charis and Caspar, so close to finally admitting their feelings for one another, were ripped apart and had to flee. All to protect their names and families. In truth, it had been agony for Caspar, missing his partner-in-crime every day of his travels across the world. However, after meeting Tom Riddle, there was hope for a cause once more. A reason to fight. And, surely, rumors of another master had spread to where the Black family was, deciding to follow this new leader. All the while, Caspar held onto a hope that he’d see her, along with their former comrades, once more.
Once back in London, Caspar grasped onto that hope - deciding to do some digging. Of course, the Black family wouldn’t stay in the city, keeping a safe distance. It was only through a bit of bribing some of the other Ministry members that he found out they were living in a cottage far enough to keep them safe, while also intertwined with society. He’d almost given up on his search when he saw a flying car, and continued on - finding the home where it was parked. Then, Caspar saw her. Charis. As beautiful as ever. With a grin, Caspar steadied his nerves and excitement as he walked over to the car he’d followed. However, there was a wand almost immediately at his neck.
“Did you ever doubt it?” Caspar almost chuckled breathlessly, his eyes scanning Charis over. It was her. Really her. After all this time, they finally found their way back to one another. Although, Caspar’s eyes trailed to the wand still at his throat. As it pressed against him, Caspar paid no mind to it - not as long as she was there with him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as a corner curved upwards. Slowly, a hand reached up, gently placing his fingertips along the wand, sliding down towards her hand. With a shrug, Caspar gave a vague answer, his thoughts focusing on the fact that Charis was finally standing there in front of him again, “I…suppose you could call it instinct.”
Charis had been lonely for the last four years. Of course she had her father, and on occasion Callidora and Cedrella would visit. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been used to it, during school she was always kept at arms length because of her family’s history. But then she met Caspar and her world changed, she finally felt like she mattered to somebody. Obviously she had mattered to Grindelwald in the way that she become so unhinged and so valuable so quickly. But she mattered to Caspar in a way where she knew that she had hurt him when she left. She had been carrying that pain with her for four very long years.
“You had me worried for a while.” Charis kept her eyes locked on his, trying to find anything that would give away the sick person who had used Caspar for their polyjuice potion. There was nothing as far as Charis could tell-- and she was unsure whether that meant she was rusty or that she had just missed him more than anything. Charis wanted to flee this confining cottage so many times over the years, but she knew she’d get found out. At least now with Tom Riddle’s offer to her and her father, she was protected.
Charis finally retracted her wand, dropping it in the trunk of the car alongside her suitcase before she wrapped her arms around Caspar for an embrace. “Instinct or luck? You often stumble upon the latter, Caspar Crouch.” Charis pulled back from him with a small smile on her face. She felt whole again. Not that she needed a man or anyone for that matter to make her feel complete, but Caspar was her person and she was his.