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dragonsandquidditchCharlie still has his own troubles with technology; for as fast and convenient as it proves to be, tasks such as using his cellphone or checking his electronic mail (how mad his father would go over such a concept!) lacks the comfort and familiarity of communication through owl. Still, Charlie has yet to find an owl for himself, so he resigns to picking up his phone and calling his mother to see if she might want to venture to the countryside with him.
He dresses himself simply for the occasion, in a loose, tan shirt and those marvelous trousers known as jeans that rest comfortably on his hips. He makes sure to wear the comfortable boots he'd found at one of the boutiques in town, the black ones made out of leather that prove rather formidable in all sorts of weather. And, of course, he has his wand.
He packs lightly, figuring he'll treat his mother to one of the country diners he's found while on previous excursions. He smiles to himself as he raises his wand, though apprehension lingers throughout him, considering the previous time he'd Apparated in Darrow. Still, it's easier than hailing a cab or walking; he wants to save his energy for examining potential houses. He hasn't told his mother that scoping out future homes is his goal for the day, but he hasn't made a secret for his disdain of city life, either.
With another breath, he finally murmurs the spell, closing his eyes and concentrating. He feels the familiar tug as it pulls him forward, beginning to relax a little.
Then he lands flat on his ass, with his shirt tangled in the branches of a nearby tree.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaims to the empty field in which he's landed, half-naked, this time. He only hopes his mother doesn't find him like this.
He dresses himself simply for the occasion, in a loose, tan shirt and those marvelous trousers known as jeans that rest comfortably on his hips. He makes sure to wear the comfortable boots he'd found at one of the boutiques in town, the black ones made out of leather that prove rather formidable in all sorts of weather. And, of course, he has his wand.
He packs lightly, figuring he'll treat his mother to one of the country diners he's found while on previous excursions. He smiles to himself as he raises his wand, though apprehension lingers throughout him, considering the previous time he'd Apparated in Darrow. Still, it's easier than hailing a cab or walking; he wants to save his energy for examining potential houses. He hasn't told his mother that scoping out future homes is his goal for the day, but he hasn't made a secret for his disdain of city life, either.
With another breath, he finally murmurs the spell, closing his eyes and concentrating. He feels the familiar tug as it pulls him forward, beginning to relax a little.
Then he lands flat on his ass, with his shirt tangled in the branches of a nearby tree.
"Bloody hell!" He exclaims to the empty field in which he's landed, half-naked, this time. He only hopes his mother doesn't find him like this.