The truth was she hadn't known, not really, though like Edwin she'd suspected something was up, because Charles had very nearly been a vengeful spirit, only still very much in control of himself, which those on the verge of turning poltergeist -or worse- weren't.
But to her credit she'd known better than to react with surprise, only confirming that yes, the boys were indeed contracted agents of the Lost & Found department before gathering herself and her retinue to collect Charles.
Charles' ears picked up at Edwin's touch, wholly focused on what he was saying, though the order was in opposition to the way Edwin was still clinging to him, and he wasn't sure what to make of that, he didn't think Edwin was waiting for him to do something wrong, but he couldn't be sure, and so for the moment he stayed put, though he'd started trembling, because he'd been given an order, but he wasn't following it, and it was only the Night Nurse's exasperated sigh and terse: "Quick-sticks, let's go, we can't hold up the Department's operations all day for something like this."
Charles looked to her and then back to Edwin before inching himself away from the other ghost, waiting for the retribution he didn't think was actually coming, but couldn't quite shake feeling like it was going to. The Night Nurse sniffed once at the mess of muzzle and collar and golden halter, shaking her head, "We'll have to do something about this back at the office." It was the closest she could get to kindness, if the Hellhound that was Charles was going to be kept on neutral ground, she was going to make sure there were no undue influences on him while he was there.
Daphne was waiting, holding Charles' backpack to hand it off to Edwin when he left, except that the Hound leaned in to shove his whole snout into one of the straps -as he couldn't exactly catch it with his teeth- though it was enough to startle the young witch into letting go of the bag with a quiet, "Oh, well, I suppose it is yours."
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Date: 2024-10-09 06:49 pm (UTC)But to her credit she'd known better than to react with surprise, only confirming that yes, the boys were indeed contracted agents of the Lost & Found department before gathering herself and her retinue to collect Charles.
Charles' ears picked up at Edwin's touch, wholly focused on what he was saying, though the order was in opposition to the way Edwin was still clinging to him, and he wasn't sure what to make of that, he didn't think Edwin was waiting for him to do something wrong, but he couldn't be sure, and so for the moment he stayed put, though he'd started trembling, because he'd been given an order, but he wasn't following it, and it was only the Night Nurse's exasperated sigh and terse: "Quick-sticks, let's go, we can't hold up the Department's operations all day for something like this."
Charles looked to her and then back to Edwin before inching himself away from the other ghost, waiting for the retribution he didn't think was actually coming, but couldn't quite shake feeling like it was going to.
The Night Nurse sniffed once at the mess of muzzle and collar and golden halter, shaking her head, "We'll have to do something about this back at the office." It was the closest she could get to kindness, if the Hellhound that was Charles was going to be kept on neutral ground, she was going to make sure there were no undue influences on him while he was there.
Daphne was waiting, holding Charles' backpack to hand it off to Edwin when he left, except that the Hound leaned in to shove his whole snout into one of the straps -as he couldn't exactly catch it with his teeth- though it was enough to startle the young witch into letting go of the bag with a quiet, "Oh, well, I suppose it is yours."