Charlie supposed that it wasn't so surprising that wizards and witches had bonfires, too; however, she did NOT expect for things to be done the muggle way. On her walk down to the event -- which she had heard about from a very kind, older Gryffindor, thank you very much -- from the Ravenclaw common room, she had built a picture of the fire in her mind: floating in midair, rainbow-colored, and maybe in cool shapes, too....

But it was just a boring fire.

With a slight frown, Charlie scanned her surroundings, calculating her next move. Of course, she didn't know a single soul here. She wasn't surprised, seeing as the event was put on by another house (and she didn't know many people anyhow), but she'd held on to a bit of hope anyhow.

In light of this, her next move would be towards the marshmallows and sticks. If nothing else, she could at least get a well-toasted mallow or two out of this. After selecting a stick and two plump marshmallows, Charlie took up residence at one of the empty hay bales, promptly sliding a mallow onto the stick and sticking it into the fire (at a safe distance, of course).

Maybe she could sneak off and visit the creatures after eating her mallows....