Charlotte successfully resisted the urge to make a crack about how much earlier than her eighteenth birthday that way, choosing instead to smirk. "Which has everything to do with the music and nothing to do with the way the girls reacted to Mick, right?"

Charlotte exhaled slowly. "I grew up in a family where the Machiavellian ideals were held tight and true. Only, they could all turn you into a newt." She glanced over at Giles. "Most of my magical ethics come from thinking what my father would do and then doing the exact opposite. It's worked pretty well."