Beautiful Day (Open to everyone)

It had been ten minutes since his shift had ended at Honeydukes, and Charles had left quickly. Making his way across the town he found a small bench besides Gringotts. It seemed the perfect serene place to sit, no one was around, and the weather was perfect. Taking a seat he withdrew a small leather bound book, and a muggle pen. Without a second to spare, Charles hastily jotted away his thoughts into the journal. It was a beautiful day to stop and write.

He looked up from his journal subtly, and looked around; giving everything a hard look. His eyes came back around and fell on the woman. "Go ahead" Charles breathed bored, he shut his book and placed it on the opposite side of him protectively; as if the woman would try and steal it. His eyes darted between her and the bench several times, before falling back on his feet. At one point he would have flashed her a large smile and introduced himself; but that part of himself was gone. It was washed along the streets of Germany alongside so many others, due to the Death Eaters. Shaking his head, he turned back to his journal and began to flick through the pages cautiously, his shoulders slightly turned.