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It hadn't taken Charlie very long to find this room - discounting the second week of term, that is, when he had been decommissioned and out of classes with a not-all-that-surprising period of illness - given his propensity to poke about and discover what was hidden and where. After happening upon this one, he made a mental note of it, and then returned once he'd been through every other corridor and classroom (at least as far as he could determine) and whatever else had piqued his interest.
And now he was back, because a room full of costumes and props was not the kind of thing to immediately derail Charlie Upstead, but it was still worth rummaging through.
After shutting the door behind him and waiting out a short coughing fit brought on by the walk here, he rifled through the racks, seeking something on the more subtle end of theatrical scale but ultimately finding nothing usable. These weren't just costumes but Costumes™. So then it just turned to a casual browse, with no real end goal in sight. Something to keep his hands occupied, as they did seem to enjoy finding trouble when he was left to his own devices... and there was an awful lot of that, now he was at Hogwarts.
Being left to his own devices, that is. Not finding trouble. Never, actually.
Having climbed a stepladder to grab a hat that could conceivably be a Robin Hood type situation, Charlie leapt back down from the top step in the direction of the props. He grabbed a sword, but knew even from the first day he'd stuck his head in here that it wasn't a real one, only foam.
Spinning the fake sword in his hand almost absentmindedly, Charlie let his eye rove around the little costume closet, definitely not defaulting to the seeking out of trouble. Never, actually.
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