Charlie Linus
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- Rowan Wand 15" Essence of Fang of Basilisk
Charlie was in London after hearing that a studio needed a song from him a bit earlier than he had thought. Luckily the particular piece Charlie had been working on was one of the exceptions and he hadn't left it to the last minute to put it together. Charlie was lazy, but he was also really good at what he did. Music was his talent and Charlie could probably argue it was often his whole life. He didn't need to try to be good at it, but when he did try, he could be amazing. However Charlie didn't think he could be a star. He wouldn't want the fame, the attention. Instead he would work in the shadows, someone else would take the credit for his work and he would take the money so he could survive. This was perfectly fine by Charlie, in fact it was exactly how he wanted it.
Charlie had apparated to London a day earlier than originally planned. He decided he would go see his parents. He had received several letters from them since his graduation from Hogwarts, just asking how he was, checking if he was still alive. He had sent very bland replies back to them, but now that he was in town he decided it couldn't hurt to go see them. It had been a strained visit, but it had gone smooth enough. Charlie still owed them a visit, even after his tough childhood. He could never forgive them for their distance over his life, but they were still his parents and he still had to love them, even if he didn't like them all that much.
Now, however, Charlie was walking with his guitar slung over his shoulder towards the recording studio. He had written a song for a girl named Audrey whom he had never met and had to put it to her to see if she liked it. Pushing the door open, Charlie stepped into the neat foyer, where a large desk with a secretary sat behind it. Around the place were a few arm chairs and some records on the walls. He stepped awkwardly up to the desk and cleared his throat so the secretary looked up. "I have some music for, ah, Audrey Love," he said. The secretary nodded without saying anything and gestured towards a chair, while he assumed she got in contact with the singer.
Charlie had apparated to London a day earlier than originally planned. He decided he would go see his parents. He had received several letters from them since his graduation from Hogwarts, just asking how he was, checking if he was still alive. He had sent very bland replies back to them, but now that he was in town he decided it couldn't hurt to go see them. It had been a strained visit, but it had gone smooth enough. Charlie still owed them a visit, even after his tough childhood. He could never forgive them for their distance over his life, but they were still his parents and he still had to love them, even if he didn't like them all that much.
Now, however, Charlie was walking with his guitar slung over his shoulder towards the recording studio. He had written a song for a girl named Audrey whom he had never met and had to put it to her to see if she liked it. Pushing the door open, Charlie stepped into the neat foyer, where a large desk with a secretary sat behind it. Around the place were a few arm chairs and some records on the walls. He stepped awkwardly up to the desk and cleared his throat so the secretary looked up. "I have some music for, ah, Audrey Love," he said. The secretary nodded without saying anything and gestured towards a chair, while he assumed she got in contact with the singer.