Staring at the girl who'd gone up to get the basket, Charles frowned. Not another one, surely? Well, he was staying away from the casting end of her wand for sure. He grimaced at her attempt to speak. It didn't seem to be going well for her.

His eyes snapped to Gavin when he practically had his own name yelled down his ear. He looked from the ticket, to Gavin and back to the ticket again. Seriously? He wasn't playing a trick on him? He looked down at his shoe-less feet with a sigh, shrugged and went to collect his prize. Oooh, it was the pretty broom! He didn't NEED shoes anymore, he had a BROOM. A broom that went broom. If he made the noise, that was. "Thank you." He gave Gavin a polite nod. Not respectful yet, the man had already lost any kind of respect just by asking people to call him Gavin.