Charlie caught the cloak with ease, even if he had been startled by her nearly violent reaction to him. This girl was crazy, and he should have shut the door right there and then. He would have, too, and had started to when he heard the sound of Felicia and his sister coming close. Charlie had absolutely no desire to deal with either of the women right now, and refused to acknowledge the fact that he could simply not handle any of the important women in his life.
With a twist of his lips because he was finding himself nearly infuriated with how none of them took him seriously and he could not help but get flustered because of them. He couldn't hit them like he wanted, and if he got loud they called him a pain in the ass and---he just could not deal. He did not like being made a fool of and frowning deeply he stepped into the closet and shut the door behind him. His wand was lit in a second and the door locked. Charlie was surprised at how much room was actually in the closet, and leaned back against the door and examined the cloak she threw at him. Oh, right. He looked up at the girl and let out a breath, "It's just for a minute."
It would do him no good to tell the neurotic girl that he'd just been teasing that he too had a tendency to hide from people and things he did not enjoy dealing with.
"What's your name?" Charlie asked, sounding bored, but he was really just listening for the voices out in the hall, "If I'm going to be stealing your hiding spot, I should at least know your name."
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