Music always helped her to study, always let her disappear into her own little âbubbleâ. However, that little bubble usually left her being not very aware of everything else around her, and especially with how she looked. Sheâd pull all kinds of faces, ranging from outright delighted to downright confused⊠but, mostly the latter. Damn essays.
It just so happened that she had risen her head when the voice sounded, and she looked up at him. âHm? Oh yeah! Just a little confused on this essay⊠well, make that a lot,â she frowned, eyes moving back down to the parchment in front of her. âMaybe Iâll take a break.â
"I'd say I'm glad it's not something more distressing, but then- I always hated essays so I've no room to talk." It wasn't a lie- heaven only knew how he managed to get through seven years staying on top of his game. Probably at least some small amount of luck.Â
Still- it brought a measure of relief to know that the problem lay in the world of, if not the mundane, then at least the usual. The manageable. Dropping to sit comfortably in a seat beside her, Charlie glanced at the length of parchment she was working on then back up at her.
"So, what's this one on? I can tell you right now that if it's anything to do with History of Magic you're better off taking that break because I'll be of no help."














