“No, you aren’t, but you are a horrible friend. Scars are one thing, with no arm I bet a Veela would be appearing out of nowhere to talk to me. I hope you’re happy, you cost me a Veela- Ow.” Marco had tried to lift his injured arm to jab Charlie in the chest, which had turned out not the best idea considering there were three separate breaks in it was wrapped in enough gauze for it to be three times its original size.

"I don’t know why people can’t just respect me around here?” Charlie said, running his hands through his hair.
Marco shrugged and grinned. “Maybe because your hair is purple.”
Charlie scoffed. “What? That doesn’t even make…” he trailed off as he saw the look on Marco’s face.
“My hair is purple isn’t it?”
“Yep.”
“Bloody hell.” Charlie sighed.

 “I would be scared but I don’t have much confidence that you even know what to look for if you were to try and castrate me.”
“I bet you have nothing for me to castrate anyway," said Molly.

“So what’d you want me to do with him, I could lock him inside Lulu’s pen?” Charlie grinned, Carter didn’t.           

“Just make sure he doesn’t destroy the compound while I’m gone. And make sure you and Molly don’t either.”