Charlie's brow wrinkled as the girl started moving again, and it took a few moments for her to become animated again. When she did, she turned, sped up her pace, and caught up to the girl. "Winged boars," she corrected, almost automatically. "Possibly a reference to the less prefered form of Chrysaor, from Ancient Greek and Roman mythology, although it is possible that there is another meaning behind the creature." She would have to look it up in more depth when she got back to the castle and chanced a eight sickle entry to the library. Maybe one of the professors would know, even.

BUT less of being a know-it-all. Maybe she was in the right house after all. "What I meant was is there anywhere to go down this end of the grounds, or is it just a dead end?" And the girl had come from that direction so she should totally know. Or maybe Charlie just didn't recognise where she wasn't wanted.