"One problem at a time, mate!" Charles yelled. He could handle the Nurse fine, but Crystal? No, better not think about that.
Charles did wish Edwin was there. He had eyes for these things, and he noticed everything. Suddenly he wasn't even sure if what he saw was anything at all... And then the thousand quids question came.
"Don't bloody do this to me, Edwin," Charles muttered, letting his friend know that there was no fucking way he could remember... And he never carried any pen or paper because that was all Edwin! Where he stood, it was supposed to be Edwin! Edwin was the brains, the note-taker, the whole fucking business. Charles was... the other, less important bits. "Right, I can't write it down either, but," Charles huffed again, out of breath. He dipped his hand back into his bag, feeling like it was going to be crushed the next time he would do it again. Then took out Crystal's Polaroid camera. She got it on a whim and banished it into Charles' backpack after a day of having fun with it.
It took Charles a bit to snap the first picture but then he made a few of the half-broken floor and the runes for Edwin to see. He looked around if there was anything, and took a picture of the door and the mirror too. He wanted to take a picture of the used trap too but by then the camera used all of its pictures.
When Charles was done he folded the pictures together so they wouldn't just flap away as he dropped them down to Edwin.
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Charles did wish Edwin was there. He had eyes for these things, and he noticed everything. Suddenly he wasn't even sure if what he saw was anything at all... And then the thousand quids question came.
"Don't bloody do this to me, Edwin," Charles muttered, letting his friend know that there was no fucking way he could remember... And he never carried any pen or paper because that was all Edwin! Where he stood, it was supposed to be Edwin! Edwin was the brains, the note-taker, the whole fucking business. Charles was... the other, less important bits. "Right, I can't write it down either, but," Charles huffed again, out of breath. He dipped his hand back into his bag, feeling like it was going to be crushed the next time he would do it again. Then took out Crystal's Polaroid camera. She got it on a whim and banished it into Charles' backpack after a day of having fun with it.
It took Charles a bit to snap the first picture but then he made a few of the half-broken floor and the runes for Edwin to see. He looked around if there was anything, and took a picture of the door and the mirror too. He wanted to take a picture of the used trap too but by then the camera used all of its pictures.
When Charles was done he folded the pictures together so they wouldn't just flap away as he dropped them down to Edwin.
"'S this gonna do?" he asked.