Pressing her lips together, Rose held her expectant and discontented gaze. She didn't believe that story for a second-- if that were true, wouldn't Geoff be here? Wouldn't the press be here? The pitch was empty, relatively. She supposed it wouldn't be uncharacteristic for Charlie to have gotten the wrong location, or with how Geoff had been acting lately for him to simply not show up, but--- no, no! She had seen the firecracker, it was still there, sitting half concealed behind a bench. Whether Charlie's excuse was true or not that did not make up for the mischief he was obviously brewing now.
She could brew trouble too, you know.
Quickly forming an idea, Rose allowed Charlie to pass by her. She had nothing to say to him, nor frankly wished for him to be here any longer. But, that didn't mean he had to leave empty handed. Turning back, Rose wasted little time in levitating the firecracker from its hiding place and shooting it toward Charlie Spinnet's retreating form. She should hit him with it for all he deserved, but instead, Rose with a flick of her wrist jammed it into the back of his trousers. It stuck out like an uncomfortable-looking tail, and for that Rose's lips formed into a pleased grin.
She thought about commenting to him about forgetting something, or of the like, but she didn't want to be too antagonist just yet, she supposed.
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