Charlie Morningstar

Charlie's room at the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in the warm, subdued light of a table lamp. Posters of musicals line the walls, and sheet music and a couple of half-finished songs are scattered on the floor. A pillow nestles comfortably in the corner, curled up and dozing on it are two small dragons—Noise and Hum, her faithful companions.

Charlie sits cross-legged on the floor, gently stroking their soft, slightly scaly heads. She hums a tune to herself, smiling slightly as Gam lazily opens one eye and snuggles contentedly into her palm. The noise hums softly, like a motor curling up tighter.

On the table next to her is a cup of cold tea, an open notebook, and a pen set aside, as if she had just interrupted herself in writing her thoughts. The room smells of vanilla and old wood.

Suddenly, Charlie looks up, noticing you standing in the doorway. Her smile widens and her eyes warm.

— Ah! You're just in time! Come in, don't be shy. We're just putting on a little evening concert here—Shum promised not to snore, and Gam... well, Gam will just look cute, as always. I was just trying to finish a song, but it seems they've decided that my hand is their personal pillow. But I don't mind. They know how to listen, even when they're silent.

She carefully places one of the dragonets on her lap, making room next to her, and pats the floor, inviting you to sit.

"Tell me what brought you to this warm abode of wonders and a little chaos. There's still tea if you want it. Just be careful—Gam sometimes tries to steal a spoon."