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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 7, 2013 19:53:51 GMT -8

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Edwin Muler had been pouring over his paper on the myths of the Karkadan, too busy to notice his favourite teacher approaching him. Turned out that Mr. Mortelle hadn't been joking when Eddie had first met him- he really was a professor at the school, and quite easily the coolest teacher. Eddie was biased though. if he could only learn one thing for the rest of his life, it would be the study of magical creatures. That the rockstar-like man had been in charge of the class only made it ten times better. He brought an energy to the class that could make even independent study a game! it had been awkward as of late, what with him fighting with the teacher's son, but whether the man had heard the news or not, he hadn't made mention of it, and hadn't treated him any differently. He was glad for that. He would have hated for this class to be tense.

Today, the weather was horrible. It had been a mixture of sleet and snow all morning, and because Professor Mortelle hadn't wanted anyone catching pneumonia, he had moved Care of Magical Creatures inside- thank god! The weather was getting too cold for Eddie's liking, and working out in the field was starting to become a task most days. So having the day to relax inside was refreshing. Strike that. It was spirit warming, and far from brisk and refreshing. Dressed neatly in his school uniform, today was just a quiet, normal day, till the teacher had passed Eddie the little letter.

It was a curious thing, and Professor Mortelle really hadn't said much about the whole situation, he had just nodded. Suspicious, and crazy exciting! Eddie had immediately opened up the folded, cream parchment to read it's contents. There wasn't much to learn form the page. All it had said was "please arrive promptly after classes, rm 205". That was it. Eddie turned around abruptly, trying to get a look at the Professor. Was this a note from him? If not, then who? What was this supposed to be about? Suddenly, he couldn't concentrate on his studies. His mind raced with ideas and thoughts, and all he could do for the rest of class was watch the clock tick and seconds pass. Eventually, it was one o'clock, and Mr. Mortelle let them go. Before he had finished talking, Eddie was on his feet, grabbing his things and racing out the door.

Room Two-o-Five, eh? It wasn't too hard to find. He had past the classroom before, many times on his way to Transfiguration. he often wondered what was behind some of the unmarked classroom doors. Guess he was about to find out. What was this all about, anyways? His mind screamed 'adventure!' but part of him realistically pulled up his past mis-doings and wondered if he had finally been caught for any of them. It's not that Eddie purposefully tried to break rules, but looking at his list, it might seem that way to some people. Stealing wands, multiple accounts of entering the forbidden forest, fighting, (though he was mostly the victim there), under age drinking, running in the halls, misconduct with students, late assignments... And what if they found out about his newest one? Female students staying the night in the male dorms? He groaned with worry, and tried to push those out of his mind. It had to be good news! It was all secretive and shit- it was obviously and adventure!

Eddie stood before the heavy classroom door and put his fingers on the brass door knob. With a shove, the old thing swung easily on it's hinges and opened inwards. "Hellu?" Eddie asked, poking his head in.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 8, 2013 15:49:13 GMT -8

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A few evenings ago, Charlotte had stumbled upon a confrontation between a few students in some distant corridor of Hogwarts that she had believe to be abandoned, at the time. From afar, she had observed the verbal conflict, which quickly escalated to include a brief physical altercation. Though most would seek to abruptly end such discrepancies, it is strictly against an Unspeakable's Code to involve oneself in such controversy. Instead, she swiftly discovered the identities of the involved parties, and quietly informed their respective Head's of house, and Madame Pomfrey, the resident healer. However, the situation peaked in interest in her, particularly towards one involved Ravenclaw lad, of which she ascertained was one Edwin Malcolm Muler. After a bit of research, Charlie had implored a Ministry coworker, as well as Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Mr.. Mortelle, to pass along a message to the student in question. He was to come to her personal quadrant, where she chose to hold each of her conferences and appointments, for an informal introduction and a personality profile. She felt it necessary for rendezvous to occur in a more comfortable environment, in lieu of the typical office briefing method of study.

Glancing to a lovely, hand carved owl clock in the corner of her inherited chambers, she ascertained that it was almost time for her guest to arrive. Though Chalotte's colleagues more often than note opted to arrange themselves at a desk for the convenience and ease of access to supplies, the young Ms. Maude preferred the welcoming and cozy expanse of living room. Gently, she placed a porcelain tea pot of light green hue and brown vintage decal on her serving tray, along with matching cups, silverware, and a touch of the typical additives- honey, lemon, cream and sugar. Settling down in a plush brown couch, she slid Mr.. Muler's record from the leather briefcase resting on the coffee table. While enjoying the feeling of the velvet fabric gently enveloping her skin, she scanned her notations one final time, for one must be adequately prepared for such occasions. The final viewing was rather unnecessary, as she had all but memorized the information it conveyed. Edwin's familial history, age, academic standing, and generally observed characteristics were already engraved into her thoughts.

Replacing the chronicle within her briefcase, she procured a clipboard with several spare pieces of parchment attached, along with her favorite, bleach white ivory quill. The paper before her was impeccable smooth and dry to the touch, which might have been a minor annoyance if she hadn't recently lathered a moisturizing compound with the aromatic fragrance of mocha between her dainty fingers. The manila parchment was free from any scribblings, as she preferred to work in a rather unique manner compared to her colleagues in the Thoughts Chamber. Typically, they would have several pertinent questions and information for referencing based on gathered knowledge already strewn about the page. Charlotte, however, felt that each individual was inherently different and deserved a clean slate, and as such pre-determined inquiries were rendered entirely useless to her. It was far more agreeable, in her opinion, to observe each being in a personal manner, an allow such information to be acquired in an organic and natural way. One cannot know another person if an entire conversation is scripted and force, the ideology of the method was absolutely absurd. At last, she heard the creak of the archaic mahogany door as it swung open, and she stood to properly greet the student. Smoothing the creases on her silken, pastel sage day dress, she softly welcomed her guest, "Do come in!". She took several short strides towards the boy, his ebony locks in a frazzled array of curls, and held our her hand. "Hello! I'm Charlotte, it's a pleasure to meet you!" she offered, a genuine smile displayed across her visage. She did so enjoy encountering new people with unique personalities, it entirely enthralled her.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 8, 2013 17:17:30 GMT -8

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Eddie froze in the doorway, eyes as big as saucers. Who was this woman? he didn't know her, did he? Well, this wasn't what he was expecting in the least... there was still the option that she was from some strange branch of the school that was assigned to detentions and punishments. Ah shit... he really was in trouble, wasn't he.

Eddie reached out politely, knowing to always give a firm handshake at first introduction, and tried to put his best face on again, "Hello Charlotte, I'm Eddie... uh..." he walked fully into the room and looked around.

It wasn't a classroom, to be sure. Instead, it looked very much like his grandmother's living room, but it smelt fresher. His eyes drifted up to the windows, then the ceiling, giving everything a good once over while his hands rung his bag strap nervously. Everything in here felt very comforting though, almost familiar. And once the smell of fresh tea coming from a pot on the table hit his nostrils, he relaxed, and managed a happy smile for Charlotte. "Are you the one that sent the note?" He asked, confidently, heading to the couch, where he figured was the place he was supposed to be.

Eddie dropped on to the couch, bouncing a bit, and slipped his bag of his shoulder, sliding it to the floor beside the couch. He wasn't sure how formal this was supposed to be, and that kinda made him uncomfortable. Growing up, he had been dragged to a number of important functions by his dad, and they were always to be taken seriously, and manners where to be used at every turn. This felt like it could have been something like that, but without any direction from Charlotte, Eddie fell back to being his usual, charming self, strange ticks and all. He sat up straight, hands folded in his lap, and smiled, but his eyes bounced around the room curiously as he waited for something to be said. When things remained quiet, Eddie took it upon himself to say something.

"What kind of tea you got there?" He cooed, peeking his head over the table and sniffing the air. "Is this a tea party? Are others showing up to this?"

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 10, 2013 11:43:27 GMT -8

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Firm, cordial hand shake- even while maintaining eye contact- that was bit surprising according to the depiction within his biographical description. She returned to her previous location, once again taking up residence in the plush cushions, directly opposite of her guest. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Mortelle was courteous enough to pass on my request to you." she verified, making a mental note to pass on her gratitude to Vicente when next they met. Charlotte pulled his file towards her, the golden Ministry emblem shining like a beacon against the pristine leather surface. Directly below the official sigil, Charlotte's names was embellished, followed by "Case Number: 05251970- Edwin Malcolm Muler." She detested labeling individuals with a numerical value, as it was an entirely inpersonal practice, but it happened to be a mandatory regulation of the Thoughts Chamber. She opened the envelope, placing an empty, bleached piece of parchment before her, along with her quill, so that she might jot down a few necessary observations. She did not hold the utensils in her hand, but left them securely on the table for all to see. Charlie did not keep secrets from her clientele, nor did she condone such conduct. Her only purpose was to comprehend the integrity of a persons mentality, be off assistance in any way possible ,and categorize without interrogation.

"Ginger and Lavender, can I offer you a spot?" she inquired lightly, busying herself by filling her own tea cup with the herbaceous substance. She prepared the liquid to her own fancy, with a spoonful of viscous, saccharine honey and just a touch of fresh lemon juice. She inhaled the calming aroma for a moment, feeling the warmth radiating from the smooth porcelain between her dainty fingers. Tea was, to Charlotte, the epitome of both reinvigoration and relaxation, all at once. She had a habit of offering the concoction at every and all arrangements, for multiple and pertinent reasons. Obviously, it was both decent and polite to offer a refreshment of sorts when welcoming one into your abode, even if her current inhabitation of Hogwarts was only temporary. However, her generosity held a much deeper significance. Often, situations such as this can be extremely uncomfortable for the obligatory party, in this case the young Mr.. Muler. In her youth, she had established that distractions can be a tactical tool and a desirable method to ease ones mind. Charlie herself had been observed quite a bit in her adolescence, as a result of her mothers ailment, and she always found it encouraging to have something within her clutches, a crutch to sip on or fiddle about with when conversations became awkward, as they inevitably did. It was indeed Ms. Maude's utmost desire to ensure that she did not create such an agonizing atmosphere.

She chuckled lightly at his question, swiftly contemplating and contriving the proper response. "I do apologize, but as it so happens, this is not a tea party." she explained, a gentle smile continuing to play at her lips. Charlotte took a slow, elongated swallow of her tea, and utilized the opportunity to observe Edwin over the lid of the fragile vessel. He was a tad nervous- displaying common habits such as bouncing knee's and hand awareness, as was to be expected after receiving such vague instructions. She smiled reassuring, before attempting to ease his mind, "I fear my note may have been a bit ambiguous, I beg your pardon. Your not in any sort of trouble, I assure you. In fact, I don't even work at the academy- and as such I've no authority for punishment of any sort, nor would I care for such responsibility, in truth. Were you, by any chance, informed as to why your presence was requested?" Charlie questioned softly.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 10, 2013 16:51:05 GMT -8

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"Oh! Ginger and Lavender!" Eddie said happily, waiting his turn to get his hands on the pot, and taking up the pretty little cups in his large hands, "Sounds lovely!" He talked in a very chipper, playful tone, and elegantly poured himself a cup of tea. He put the pot back exactly where he found it, and sat back into the puffy couch. He didn't bother putting anything in his tea; he drank it black, the way all men should drink their tea, according to his brother and ex-mother. He couldn't really afford to put much sweeteners into his drinks anyways, so what was the difference. It was flavoured anyways, so already it was going to taste much better than the plain green tea he was used to.

The boy made a fake pout when the woman mentioned it wasn't a tea party, but the stupid look was wiped off his face when he noticed the file-folder. That looked pretty important. Too bad he couldn't get a good look at from across the table without standing up. He did wiggle about a bit though, just to try and catch a peek. All he was really able to get a glimpse of was the glitter of gold on a piece of parchment. Some sort of stamp or label or something. His mind raced, like it normally did when faced with an interesting problem. The boy was able to come up with a number of creative solutions to what was going on here, though none of them really seemed plausible. Then again, when he had first sat down with Ms. Flounder from administration at Arizona Academy, the idea of being a wizard wasn't too high on his probability list either, so maybe his thoughts were worth a second thought?

That file looked pretty important, government or lucrative business important. As the set up of the meeting- the secret note passing, the one on one conversation across the table over tea, it was all starting to remind Eddie of a spy movie. It felt like he was being debriefed for something. A job perhaps? A secret one? The woman promised him that he wasn't in trouble, so that took expulsion and forced exploitation off the table. Her voice was strangely calm, and her words were chosen precisely, or perhaps rehearsed, almost like she was trying to quell any arising 'situations'. Did she think he was capable of possibly getting angry, or even being dangerous? probably not, but he imagined what topics might be being discussed if such was the case. Was he being asked to join a team of super heroes and they were revealing to him he had some dangerous power? Was he being asked to join some secret wizardy thing he didn't know anything about? Was he a much sought after candidate for such a thing?

While lost in thought, he simply smiled stupidly, eyes fixed on the woman across from him. Her words eventually snapped him back to reality and he brought the tea up to his lips to distract from his strange behaviour.

"Were you, by any chance, informed as to why your presence was requested?"

"No." Eddie shook his head of bouncy curls and put his tea down on a coaster on the table. It was too hot. He'd have to let it cool for a while. He liked his tea best when it was just five minutes from being room temperature. but seeing as he normally couldn't finish a cup of tea in five minutes, this usually meant he was stuck drinking cold tea, which he didn't like at all. His mind flipped back to the leather file folder the woman had before her. It was such familiar, background object. Filled with important information on secret subjects. He'd seen a lot of them when he used to play around the officer's quarter when he was younger. There was a sudden pain in his face as he realized he'd seen folders like that being carted around when their were deaths at the military bases and he started wondering if he was here on a more somber note.

"Is...Is everything alright?" He asked nervously, leaning forward in his seat, forearms on his knees, " Like... this isn't grief counseling, is it? No one's dead... are they?"

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 15, 2013 5:58:50 GMT -8

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Tea- black. she recorded onto the parchment before her, as Charlotte was a firm believer that you could ascertain a plethora of vital information based on an individuals taste preferences. Good Natured/Humorous. Well Mannered. she continued, the soft scribbling of her sharpened quill against crisp paper reverberating throughout the chamber. Charlie always wrote with a methodical practice, her letters leaning neatly to the left in order to not smudge the ink onto her hand. Replacing the utensil neatly to it's previous position, she took hold of her cup and leaned back into comforting armchair. "It was a gift from my grandfather- the tea, I mean. I'm a bit of an enthusiast, so he sends me parcels from all about the continent. This one is from Uzbekistan, do you like it? I've become rather fond of the intricate weave of flavors, myself." she questioned, opting to start the conversation in a non-intrusive manner. She much preferred to allow dialogue on more personal subjects to develop in an organic, neutral fashion. As such, she rarely asked inquired into personal matters until each individual was very well acquainted and at ease with herself.

"Oh goodness, no! I do apologize if it came across in such a way. As it happens, we're simply here to converse for a short while, an introduction of sorts, if you will." she explained, contemplating a concise and sympathetic version to detail why, in fact, she had requested his presence. Delicately, Charlotte sipped her tea- continuing to observe Edwin over the edge of the porcelain vessel within the grasp of her fragile finger tips. Breathing in the luxurious aroma of calming and relaxing herbs, she considered Eddie's visage for the briefest of moments. He was quite the facially expressive student, hardly capable of masking his emotions- but that was certainly not a negative quality. Indeed, Charlie found it to be a rather refreshing trait, a display of a least a bit of honesty and integrity within the lad. She smiled softly, before continuing her clarification, "A few evenings ago, I encountered a bit of a confrontation involving yourself, and a few other individuals. After observing the situation and how you handled the circumstance, I decided that I should very much like to meet you. I work for the Ministry of Magic, as an Unspeakable-In-Training within the Thoughts Chamber. As such, I'm doing a bit of research on the students of Hogwarts."

Slowly, Charlotte pulled her badge from her brief case, a shiny golden sigil that exactly replicated the emblem on her leather bound folder. After she had displayed the verification of her position, she shuffled the cold metal back into it's proper place, entirely out of sight. "Are you alright, by the way? Did you get injured at all when the altercation turned a tad...physical?" she questioned, not out of curiosity or research, but out of genuine concern for the student before her. That was one quirk about Charlotte- she became emotionally attached to each and every individual she worked with, and as she cared deeply for their well being. It was a rare attribute exhibited by few within the entire Ministry, but she liked to believe her empathetic personality is one aspect that set her apart from the crowd. She was a human, with earnest emotions and integrity, and she refused to become an unsentimental drone like the rest of the political world. She did, however, observe a bit of freedom in her personality, as all of the Unspeakables did. They were, more often than not, contemplative and thoughtful, making Ms. Maude a perfect fit for the position.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 15, 2013 7:44:02 GMT -8

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Her watched her expression change when he mentioned dead people, and it had made him relax. There had been the lingering thought that maybe his dad had been killed, even though it was a stupid idea. Worries like that had been understandable in Vietnam where tensions where high and where his dad was doing a more hands on job. But here, in England, safe behind a desk, Eddie should have nothing to worry about. Of course, it was hard to undo the years of preparation he had made encase such news ever did arise.

He leaned back in his seat and knit his fingers together in his lap. The boy was a social parrot, and being around this proper woman was starting to cause him to settle down a little bit. He watched her drink her tea and made a note about her enjoyment of the stuff. If he ever had to make her happy, for whatever reason, he'd have to remember to get her some sort of tea blend. He wasn't sure if she was going to be in his life long enough to warrant future gifts, but if she was intending to sick around a while, he was ready to befriend the shit out of her.

She went on to explain herself and once again Eddie's mind drifted to Super Heroes. This was how it all started usually, wasn't it? Some important official, meeting with some hulky hero after he's been seen in a confrontation showing extreme skill or strength. He beamed externally, until that malicious, self hating part of himself reminded him that he was neither hulky, strong, or skillful, and that if this woman witnessed him in a confrontation, it was probably one where he got his ass kicked, considering that was how all his confrontations ended. He pursed his lips in thought, told himself to shut up, and went back to listening with full intent.

Eddie shrugged, and flashed the woman a cheerful smile, "Oh, that? Yeah, a little, but it was nothing." he waved any concern she might have for him aside. He didn't need some strangers to worry about him. He wasn't sure which incident in particular she had seen, but he was sure he had had worse in the past. "That's what's great being a wizard- after something like that you can just go drink a potion, or have a healer look after you and it's like that split lip or broken nose never happened!" It fact, if it wasn't for the fact that the boy was a wizard, he was sure he would have the nose of a professional boxer about now, considering he broke it so often. "Yeah, no, I'm tough. It's all good."

He watched as her quill scribed notes on the page, just out of his view. He sat up on the edge of his seat, trying hard to get a peek. Why did this whole situation feel so familiar to him? Like this was something he was supposed to remember and pick up on. They were here to talk, were they? About him? About his fight? But not to get him in trouble, and certainly not to commend his prowess as a dueler or a brawler. His mind worked over time as he tried to figure this one out before Ms. Charlotte gave away the answer. A Ministry worker, examining students... talking about how he 'handled' the confrontation... note taking...

The boy's body relaxed noticeably, dropping all fronts besides a knowing smirk as he assumed he found the answer, " Are you a shrink, Charlotte?" He asked with a bit of humour.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 17, 2013 17:26:29 GMT -8

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Charlotte listened patiently as he expressed his justification for being resilient to such physical altercations, but that wasn't actually what she had been implying. Nonetheless, she nodded her head in agreement- certainly there were several undeniable advantages to being a wizard. Perhaps the unnaturally swift healing process was the utmost important of said assets. She accidentally chuckled the slightest bit into her tea when he mentioned that he was tough, for he appeared to be anything but. However, Charlie had come to the comprehension long ago that one must not judge based on appearances, and instead on the intricacies of ones mentality. Though one may not be physically infallible, that didn't mean that they could not possess mental endurance beyond all others, which would indeed make one more "tough" then someone who could utilize brute force. "Of course, I concur entirely- did Madame Pomfrey fix you up? I've heard whispers that members of the Mortelle family can be quite...aggressive, when the necessity arrives." she inquired curiously. She hadn't actually seen the young Mr. Joram Mortelle displaying any violence against Edwin, but she had observed him utilizing physical force against a female companion, one Caitlin Malory Gallagher, according to the academic records within the Ministry.

She ascertained that he was attempting to decipher her notations, and as such she absently pushed the folder closer to his position. Charlotte waved her hand over the official document- an offering, of sorts. "I do apologize, you're absolutely welcome to review my memorandum- although, as a warning, I should express that it's a tad sporadic and not entirely consequential." she proposed. Often times, even the her mentor within the Thoughts Chamber believed her notes to be eclectic- however, he agreed that she was without a doubt the most accurate in diagnosing individuals, and analytically categorizing based on the information she gather. Obviously, though her methods were rather unorthodox, her tactics were both successful and effective. Charlie simply believed that proper observation couldn't be attained through menial questioning or proper note development, but by a genuine relationship, an entirely non-judgmental commradory.

Charlotte paused at his most recent inquiry, unsure of how to formulate the most appropriate answer. She replaced her tea to it's designated plate, and allowed herself to ponder the matter for several moments. In actuality, she was not a therapist, but to an individual of muggle descent, it might very well appear in such a manner. Her position required a certain number of case studies per year, which entailed the same basic work of a non-magic psychologist, but that was simply the tip of the iceberg. Charlie researched the process and function of thought in such great depths and detail, mapping the intricate webs of coherent and subconscious activity on such an exact level- it was a science, in earnest. By the time she completed a case, she could practically predict the words to come from her studies mouths, even as the ideas were still composing within their brain. "No, and yes, I suppose. I...study the mind, as a therapist would. However, I'm not here to resolve your problems, it's not within my career requirements to fix you, or to decide if you are indeed broken, as a therapist would. Rather, I intend to decipher why individuals think the way the do, what causes us to each be so inherently different. Strictly speaking, I yearn to ascertain what makes you Eddie" she responded, contriving a concise explanation of her position. "Does...that concern you?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow in the process.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 19, 2013 18:04:49 GMT -8

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"Ohhh..." The Joram verses Cait conflict, he finally realized. Now that one had been a little different than most of his other fights at school. Firstly, it wasn't his fight! Sure, it involved him, but for once, he wasn't the one being directly attacked, instead, he had been indirectly attacked through Cait and had the obligation and need to stand up for her. He did later find out that the little girl could hold her own though, and didn't need any protecting, especially from a pansy-assed boy like Ed. "Yes. Pompy fixed us up pretty good- though it wasn't me who really got injured in that one. It was my girlfriend Cait... she ended up with a broken hand." He smiled sadly, and waiting for further conversation from Charlotte.

When prompted, Eddie took his turn to look over the woman's notes. They were all over the place, but he noticed a few patterns in them and could just understand the logic behind the style. He considered that he brain was in many places at once, running through different ideas and theories, much like his own did, and this was a visual representation of what she was thinking, and not a simple copy of what was occurring between them. He noted that the whole page was covered in thoughts bout him, and although he was used to being the center of attention with friends, it was a little intimidating to feel that way with a proper, mature woman. Eddie gave a nod and returned the papers to the woman. He didn't need to know what she was writing about him. Actually, it was probably better if he didn't know what she thought about him.

"So..." He smiled wickedly, his interest in this conversation and this woman going up exponentially, "You want to get to understand Eddie, huh? I warn you, he's a stranger character than he seems!" he joked. Slowly, he leaned forward in his seat, and pulled himself to the edge of the couch so that he could be closer to the woman. He picked up his tea again and tried to sip it. Still hot. He was anxious to taste the stuff though, and took a sip the ended up burning his tongue, he didn't bother to let it hurt him though. "No... I'm not concerned, should I be?"

"In all honesty, Ms. Charlotte," He started softly, dropping all acts that he normally wore to protect himself. His smile was gone, and so was the strange, annoying tone and gimmick in the way he spoke. He seemed a lot calmer now, and a lot more serious, "I've had one-on-one talks like this before with professionals similar to yourself. I found them very easing and useful for relieving stress. I find that in everyday life, no one actually wants to hear about the trouble of someone else, so I've always busied myself to be that ear for others, often neglecting my own emotions. To have a chance to tell my story and to not be judged, by someone who's job is to listen to me fully, sounds like a really wonderful opportunity, and I'm glad, for whatever reason, you chose to take an interest in me." he laughed quietly, and gave the woman a shrug, "I like to think I'm an interesting person, at any rate."

"All happily answer any questions you want me to." He said with a soft smile, kicking off his school loafers and pulling his feet up onto the sofa so that he could cuddle into the upholstery, "Just as a warning though, I respond better in these situations if you ask the questions needed instead of having me just talk. I tend to keep personal things locked away tight, so a lot of things wont come out unless you ask. Like I said before," he pulled his knees under him as he sat. "I like answering questions."

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 22, 2013 15:00:40 GMT -8

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Charlotte displayed yet another genuine smile, as it was quite obvious how sentimental Edwin was in regards to Caitlin. Though he might not have spoken the words directly to her, Charlie could tell the lad was swiftly falling love- or was already swimming in adoration's depths. She had a clever way of reading people, through the utilization of the expression within an individuals eyes, and also the fine lines surrounding the mouth. It was rather obvious to ascertain if a grin was a facade, and Eddie's was most certainly not. It was a morose, delicate smirk, of sorts- a smile at the remembrance of his beloved, with a hint of melancholy influenced by the situation of which they were currently conversing about. “Caitlin, her last name is Gallagher, is it not? I attended Hogwarts with her elder brother, Cillian. Quite the character, as I remember- I do so hope his younger sister inherited his charm and enthusiasm.” Charlotte mused, remembering her youth at Hogwarts. In earnest, it was not so long ago that she completed her education, graduating and heading off to pursue her career. Though she could easily relate to the majority of confrontations within the student body, matters of love were not so easily grasped by Charlie, as she had so little experience regarding the subject. However, she preferred the company of her clients, and more often than not, herself alone. She could still comprehend overwhelming emotions, though, no matter how vigorously she attempted to keep her attitude consistently calm. ”You must care for her deeply, to put yourself in possible danger in order to come to her defense. Cait must be an incredible individual, I'd love to listen to you discuss her in a bit more detail.” she inquired softly.

For a moment, Charlotte saw fit to observe her current companion's facial visage, he was just so much more expressive than most, and it delighted her to no end. The tone and volume of his voice frequently mimicked the lad's outward displays, an extreme rarity in today's society. Most everyone was preoccupied with adhering to modern standards based on inconsequential influences and ridiculous principles, a habit that frustrated Charlie beyond all else. The portion she detested most was not that individuals created a façade for others to witness, but that most members of the community were even insincere with themselves- in other words, they get so efficient with their fictional lives that they begin to believe the stories themselves. Ludicrous. Edwin seemed unique in that aspect, a rare breed of genuine and honest humanity. His voice rapidly changed from a humorous tone, to a gravely serious and sentimental intonation. "No, you've no reason to be concerned- you're quite accurate on that note. I find myself becoming ever the more fascinated with your personality and character, Mr. Muler, as it happens. I was mildly intrigued, and so I sought conference with you...and here I am, becoming more enticed by the moment. You're quite the curious individual!" she established, earnestly yearning for him to take it as the compliment it was. Charlotte had always been a fan of the abnormal, the original, the creative, and above all else, the genuine, raw humanity displayed by so few wizards.

Raising her eyebrow in investigative eagerness, she responded, "Well now, you're quite the interesting subject! Most everyone I've worked with fails to function properly under the pressures of inquiry. However, if that is your preference, I'm honored to accommodate you." She pulled her quill and parchment just a smidgen closer, in order to make notations on his answers and jot down any whimsical musings that caught her attention. "Let's start at your origins then, shall we? Would you care to inform me a bit about your upbringing and parentage?" she questioned, tilting her head to display her interest. She sipped a bit more of her tea as she patiently awaited his response.

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte Apr 25, 2013 14:40:05 GMT -8

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"Yeah, Gallagher." The boy said with a fond smile. He was tripping hard for the girl, even though it had hardly been a month since he met her. In earnest, he felt stupid about the crush, really. After his last girlfriend, he had sworn he would never let himself fall uncontrollably in love again, yet her he was. He had tried to teach himself the dangers of committing ones heart completely to an other in the beginning stages of a young relationship; he knew how fickle the honeymoon stage for courtship was, but it never stopped him falling head over heels in love each time. He would meet someone, they would give him a few nice words and physically affection, and then and then he was trained like a dog, ready to follow commands until he wasn't wanted anymore.

Cait was different though. There was an innocents to the girl that suggested she might be able to love as long, if not longer than he could, and it gave him butterflies. " I haven't met her brother, but I can safely say she's full of spunk! We really just, click. When we're together, the world lights up and everyone stops to watch. We make things happen, and people can feel that, you know? They flock to us. I have never had so many friends before! And I really think that's Cait's doing. She's just... a beautiful person." He smiles softly, quieting down, knowing her could go on talking about her forever if he was let, but he also knew that if he continued going, things were just going to sound funnier and funnier. Best to just leave off with, "I'm happier than I've ever been in a while when I'm with her... and I'd risk everything for her."

Eddie smiled at her compliments, and shook his head, waving the words aside bashfully, "Oh, I'm curious all right!" he laughed. People had been calling him that for years, and just like how he was starting to believe 'Goob' was a term of endearment, he knew that 'curious' was a special, and accurate word meant just for him. "It is really cool to be deserving of your attention! I mean, I know I'm not as interesting as a lot of people at this school, but at least I know now that I'm quirky enough to turn a few heads!"

Eddie sat up with a leap, wiggling right to the edge of his seat in excitement. "Tell oos about jar Matter ant Fajar, ja?" He grinned, trying to sound as much like Freud as he could. he licked his lips in anticipation and gave her a nod, "Start at the beginning, shall we? Lovely!" He lay his forearms over his knees and knit his fingers between his legs, and tried to formulate his story to his most accurate ability. "We'll, as you probably know, i was born in the States- Phoenix Arizona, to be specific. My dad's name Is Edward, and he worked, and does work, for the US army as a liaison between important officials. He was gone a lot when I was younger, but eventually he started taking us with him on his trips. That was an interesting way to grow up. I liked it! I got to see a lot of the world, and it made my brother, Ryan, my dad and I really close! Probably closer than most families. We spent sometime on military bases, but mostly we set up with nice little houses for my dad to work from. We had lots of nannies, normally older ladies from around the area that needed jobs. I learned a lot from those women..."

He stopped suddenly. He needed to figure out what he should continue with next, and used his cup of tea as a distraction. It was almost cold now, and not wanting it to go to waste, Eddie put the delicate china to his lips and drank steadily from it until it was all gone. This gave him the thinking time he needed. There were probably a few things he needed to clarify with Charlotte for them to continue. One of them was his blood status. Though he was sure most of the school new by now, it was important for her notes for him to tell her himself that he was a muggle born wizard. Another piece of his puzzle that was missing from his story was his mother. The blond woman from his past he tried to forget. She was a crucial piece in his story, though he often tried to erase her. She was just one woman of many who had left him because he wasn't good enough, and it was one of those things, he finally decided, that Charlotte was going to have to ask him of. He just didn't feel comfortable enough to bring her up with out the demand for it.

"You probably know already, but I'm muggle born." He said softly, putting his cup gently down on the saucer and turning it so that the handle was parallel to the table edge. "First and only wizard in my family."

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte May 5, 2013 11:25:11 GMT -8

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Charlotte sat in a comfortable position within the confines of her plush chair, savoring elongated sips of the delectable tea within her cup as she listened to Edwin speak fondly of his newly acquired girlfriend. Her naivety and ignorance shone bright in the matters of the heart, such as love and lust and relationships, for Charlie had rarely had the opportunity to date in her life thus far. Instead, she opted to become thoroughly absorbed in her career and education, and of course, the exhausting care of her unstable mother. In fact, were she a less trained individual, her tension would have surely been displayed across her visage. Alas, she kept her emotions in check, and expressed a pleasant and content facade for the duration of the conversation. Perhaps Ms. Maude was even encumbered with a bit of jealous anxiety, as she had never truly experienced such raw, human attachment. She thoughtfully contemplated his wording, his speech so full of endearment towards Caitlin that it made her mildly uneasy. "It's rather remarkable that you've found such a loving and compassionate companion at your youthful age. How did the two of you meet, if you don't mind my asking? And your friends, I would love to hear a bit more about them." she inquired gently, avoiding prying mercilessly into his mentality too swiftly. However, it was common knowledge that one surrounds themselves with individuals that display similar attributes, or at least characteristics they would like to obtain. In other words, you become very much like the friends and family that you are with most often. As such, it was vitality important to Charlotte's cause to comprehend and detail Edwin's acquaintances.

Placing her drink on the ornate mahogany table before them, she leaned closer to her parchment to scribble several more notations. Humble. Sympathetic. Compassionate. "Well now, do tell me why you believe you're any less worthy of study than any other student within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. I myself find you entirely fascinating, and rather less of a show boat than the majority of the population here at the academy." Charlotte questioned curiously. In earnest, there had been several prestigious students above Eddie on her list of contacts, but upon observing the confrontation, was immediately drawn to his personality. Her account of future subjects consisted of a supposedly drug dealing vampire, a particularly quiet Wizarding Cup champion, an obsessive bone enthusiast, and a trio of power hungry pure blood enthusiast sisters, among others. It would seem that a character such as Edwin would pale in comparison, but such a concept was not true for Charlotte. Indeed, she found Eddie to be a genuine and charismatic individual, who displayed his sentiments and humanity openly. To Charlie, that made him one of the most unique and rare breed of wizards that she had ever had the pleasure to encounter.

As Edwin spoke of his history, and his childhood of travel with his quaint little family, Charlotte found her intrigue augmenting. "For one as young as yourself, you've surely witnessed more of the world than some individuals ever will. Did you enjoy the constant relocation, or would you have preferred to settle in one area?" she lightly prodded, overall her inquisition was not entirely personal, as of yet. She much preferred to begin with easier, more light-hearted topics before delving into the intricacies of her subjects personalities. It was a possibility that having such a a fractured and disestablished home life could cause trauma to a young spirit. Yet, there was always the prospect that it could have assisted in the strengthening of his familial bounds. Necessity deemed that she ought to prod on a subject that could cause potential distress, though she hoped beyond belief that it would not, for she did so detest to cause discomfort. "Pardon me for asking, but what of your mother? Can she lay claim to a portion of your childhood, or are you disconnected from her?" Charlie inquire ever so gently, as to not pour salt in any unhealed emotional wounds. Environmental upbringing was one of the many categories that she would need to sort her analysis into, and as such, it was pertinent that she acquired a well rounded foundation of the young Mr. Edwin Malcolm Muler.

"I am well aware of your blood status, Eddie. Tell me, are you caused any detriment by the negative connotations so often associated with being muggleborn? Personally, I care little for such trivial matters- I myself am only a half blood, as it happens. It obviously does not dull your brilliance, as you've received top marks in certain subjects- Care of Magical Creatures, to be specific." Charlotte assured the boy. She was all to well aware of the melancholy conflicts arising from such meaningless concepts. For the duration of her academic career, she had received top marks in every class, and continued to graduate with Outstanding marks in all of her NEWTS examinations. As such, it seemed entirely impossible that the blood flowing through your veins could be tainted enough to impeded progress or skill.

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ooc; I'm really sorry it took so long, and also, I haven't actually had a chance to edit this. I do apologize if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, I promise I will review it later to fix an atrocities!

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No Wonder We're Up The Wall || Charlotte May 20, 2013 10:33:51 GMT -8

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Ed gave the lovely woman a half smile and shrugged when she asked about him and his thoughts on himself, “Well... it’s kinda obvious that I’m not really the ‘important’ type...” he put his fingers up by his head to emphasies the word, “I mean, you look around Hogwarts, and you have these kids who can conjour up items from thin air, or acurately perdict the future. I have friends who can make any potion you ask them to, and guys who are being scouted for professional quidditch teams, and duelers who could knock their professors off their feet!” he sighed, giving another shrug. “It just seems like a little knowledge in crazy creatures isn’t so much to be proud of.”

In all honestly, Eddie had little to no confidence in himself. It didn’t matter what he did, he always felt like it wasn’t enough, or that it didn’t matter because someone else could do it better. He had little faith that he could be anything more than a pawn in everyone elses life game, even though he longed to be his own king. People laughed when he told them he wanted to join the circus for a living, and brushed it off as another one of his little jokes. It couldn’t be further from a joke though. Making people smile was one thing he considered himself good at, and choosing a life so opposite from what everyone invissioned for him would be such an important choice for the boy- possible the biggest choice he’d ever been alowed to make. It would be his defining ‘F-U’ to the rest of the world he’d been trying so hard to fit in with all these years. Of course, at this point, it was all a pipe dream... everyone knew social standards, friends, and family, had a different life planned out for him.

“Well, anyways, Cait and I met one day in the library. I was looking for a book, and she was under a table. He tried to grab my feet and so I had to crawl under and she what she was all about. Turns out she likes the same kinda things I do, and she had also found the negitives from my family trip her ein the summer, so it was this weird, cinderella kinda thing that drove us togeher.” He smiled. “And I have lots of friends here, surprisingly! Back home, I only really had a couple of close friends, and they weren’t all too friendly. I actually moved here because that group of friends were bulling me so cruely that I was sick all the time from stress. My dad got stationed in London for a while, so they decided to enroll me here for a year and see if it made any difference being in a different school, or if it was just me that made everyone hate me!” He laughed, awkwardly though, because part of him had actually expected it to just be him. “I pretty much make friends with anyone who wants to put up with me, I have friends in all houses and all social classes...” though he was starting to realise there was a lot more wealth here than back home. “I do have a few closer friends than others, but it’s hard to draw that kinda line. I would say Benjamin Myers is my closest friend though. It was bound to happen- we share a room.”

He jumped from one subject to another, with little difficulty, as she brought up different topics that intrigued her. He understood the reason she picked up on certain topics and felt comfortable sharing the little bits about himself. “Growing up, it was hard having to deal with certain situations at times... I think Vietnam was the hardest because it was so war torn... and I hated always being the new kid in school- I went to muggle school for years. But besides all of that, and how stressful it was, I enjoyed seeing the world, and I thought it would be better than staying in Arizona being raised by my grandparents. At least this way I was able to stay with my dad...” He did pause when she asked about his mother, biting his lip, searching for the right words to describe her. “My mother... stayed with us till I was five years old. My brother remembers her more than I do. To me, she’s just a distant dream that continuously sends me guilt-cactuses at Christmas. Actually... I’m quite bitter about her.” Shakes his head, curls flopping about his ears lightly, “ She ran off with a lifeguard from the public pool while my dad was away on work. She just left us with our grandparents and never came back. Dad had to finish early and come back home to look after us. It was a cruel thing to do! Even her parents thought the same thing- we still see them. They stopped talking to her after she ran off.” Eddie knew what problems this had caused him growing up- how many fears and issues it had created in him. Maybe that’s why he resented her so much. “Anyways...”

“My dad got re married when I was nine or something... to a French Canadian from the Peace Corps. Her name is Emily, and she had a daughter of her own who’s now my sister Sophie. I really like Em, and I’m glad to have her, even if she is tough to get along with a t times...” He felt like he was talking to much, which was probably what Charlotte wanted anyways, but he decided to take a break and sort out his thoughts by reaching for the teapot. “May I have a second cup?” He asked politely and waited for her response.