As long as he could remember, Charlie had been the type to seek out adventure. Nothing had ever made the wizard so much as flinch.
On the Quidditch pitch, he had flown fast, executing risky tricks just for the rush of adrenaine. Even a fall that had resulted in a concussion, six broken bones, and a dislocated shoulder couldn't stop him from trying again.
After Hogwarts, his next rush had been working with dragons, much to his mum's dismay. Mrs. Weasley would purse her lips, fretting loudly over his fresh burn scars and tales of near death, suggesting he take a nice desk job at the Ministry.
"Your father's department needs more workers," she would tell him in exasperated, mother hen tones.
But, with everything, Charlie would wave away any worries and fears like they were uncalled for.
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"Unca Char! Unca Char!" Dominique called, dashing in, tears in her wide hazel eyes. "I got a boo boo!"
With a slight smile, Charlie climbed to his feet. All kids had their little scrapes and bruises, easily made better by soft words and a kiss on the forehead. "Let me see, sweetheart. It's okay," he assured her.
Hands trembling, the four year old pushed up her skirt to her knees, revealing a circular wound with splinters of wood littering the edges just below the hem of fabric.
Merlin! She was BLEEDING. His precious niece was hurt. Sweet little Dominique was freaking bleeding!
"It's okay. I'll just...I'll get..."
And with that, the brave dragon tamer who risked his life on an almost daily basis dropped to the floor, fainting from the sight of his niece's injury.