Not an update (sorry) just a reformating.
The boring bit
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swearing,
hazardous spelling,
inappropriate grammar
I will always try to minimize the last two, but unfortunately I often miss words, if I get five corrections for one chapter I'll take it down and repost, if it bothers you so much don't read my stories.
I believe swearing to be an integral part of speech and I will use it if it fits the character who is speaking got it? If it offends you or something please don't read. Also I will probably update unbelievably irregularly and disappear for months at a time.
The war against Voldemort died down, this was pretty much considered to be a good thing by the populous of the wizarding world.
Bill got married to his beautiful fiancé, this inspired the same sort of feelings, but on a smaller scale.
Potter disappeared, just like that...gone. Ron was distraught, far more so than he'd been about Percy. Molly Weasly's reactions were at least as emotional as they had been at the leaving of her third son.
Charlie Weasley had considered this to be a serious injustice to his little brother, not to rate as high on his family's scale of values as his youngest brother's friend? It really never added up to him.
Of course, that had been four years before the twenty-nine year old walked into a pub somewhere in muggle London, and observed a group of young men going out of their way to destroy their livers.
"Fer pity's sake, you've had enough!" the cry was amused, and even more vocal than the rest of the group, Charlie noticed his watch read 'far too early for you to be that pissed me-laddo' -Charlie was fairly certain his watch had never told him that before.
"Look, Bru, help me here! He's had enough!" Charlie realized suddenly that he knew that voice, last time he'd heard that particular Scottish drawl it was barely broken and belonged to his team's new keeper. Charlie looked over to the table again, yes the young man attempting to stop his pony-tailed friend drain a further glass of some muggle drink or other was in fact professional Quidditch player, Oliver Wood. Charlie stood and walked over to the table
"Well, hey Wood, long time no see" the younger man looked up and let go of his companions glass in surprise, the ponytailed youth drained the entire glass in two seconds flat, looked at Oliver happily, commented
"see, now I've had enough Olie" and promptly fell asleep on the young keeper's arm.
"So what have you been up to lately Weasly?" asked Oliver,nonchalantly sliding along the seat a bit to let Charlie sit, somewhat squishing the person next to him. Drunk ponytail guy didn't seem to mind, he fell back slightly and curled into Oliver's shoulder. For his part Oliver didn't seem all that phased that there was a drunk guy asleep on him.
Charlie looked around the group, he had been wrong in a number of assumptions about them. For one thing, he realised, they were not in fact all male, it appeared to be a group of five young men (including Oliver) one of whom had a girlfriend with him. The couple were bickering good naturedly at one end of the table.
The second misconception was that they were all trying to drink themselves under the table, that is, apart from unconscious ponytail guy. Oliver appeared to be on his second pint of muggle beer, the tall Nordic looking man who had been referred to as "Bru" was looking absently at half a glass of whisky, the couple might have been slightly tipsy...or that might have just been what they were normally like. The sixth member of the group looked to be barely more than a kid, Charlie reckoned he was probably younger than Ginny (who was actually twenty, but in Charlie's bias big brother opinion, this made her still a kid). The kid looked sober...and didn't appear to want to be here, Charlie wondered if he was the younger brother of another member of the group.
"Are these...friends from school Wood?"the young keeper looked confused
"What...? Ah, oh, no muggles here mate." he grinned disarmingly
"In that case. I'm beginning to hate Norwegian Ridgebacks" the kid looked up at that, he had unnerving eyes, they sort of, looked old...
"Oh dear... does that mean you're gonna come back to Quidditch?" joked Wood
"Not on your life." grinned Charlie "I love dragons but I think I would hate Quidditch if I did it for a living, don't you find that?"
Wood toyed with his glass, drank and pulled a face
"I prefer butterbeer," he sighed "but no, I don't find that at all. I still love Quidditch, pity I couldn't convince you ...or the twins... or Potter to continue" he looked up "and I can't even get Ara to start playing properly, do I put people off Quidditch or something?" at the name "Ara", Wood had gestured to the kid opposite him. Charlie looked again he was, Charlie supposed, maybe nineteen, probably muggle-born, the younger raised an eyebrow at the redhead who was cross examining him.
Finaly finished with his mini rant Oliver noticed they were staring, (or was that glaring?) at each other and decided an introduction might be helpful;
"Charles Weasly, should-of-played-for-England meet Arath Jesop-Tymrer ...he should have at the very least of played for Gryfindor." he ruffled the younger males dark, messy hair, it had green highlights, muggle dye by the look of them. Arath batted away Oliver's hand.
"Weasly here works with dragons Arath." needlessly explained Oliver,
"You like dragons?" asked Charlie, Arath scratched his head
"I have a deeply founded respect and admiration for them. But no, like isn't quite right"
"Oh?" Charlie smirked, this sounded interesting
"Sorry mate you are, no offence, some bloke my flatmate's mate just introduced me to. All you're getting is I was fourteen, I shouldn't of been there, and I most definitely lost." Arath grinned
"Fair enough." Charlie snickered,
"So. Back to the original comment, what do you have against Norwegian Ridgebacks?" the dark haired youth took a sip of his drink. Charlie considered for a moment
"Um, I'm going to go with big fire breathing scary-thing with a mummy complex." Arath blinked then grinned
"O...kay, I'll bite, what in seventeen hells do you mean?"
"You're Hogwarts right?" the young man shrugged
"Well Hagrid hand reared 'baby Norbert' and..." Charlie waved his hands as he tried to work out how to put the situation into words, but the younger man had already got the gist of it
"Gottit, dragon thinks it's a Labrador puppy." Arath laughed
the ponytailed young man stirred from his sleep on Oliver's shoulder and groaned
"I hate alcyhol 'Livr" Wood and Arath rolled their eyes, the other three members of their drinking group chuckled, Charlie wondered how often the young man got this far drunk
"I better take Perry home guys," apologised Arath, Wood tried to protest
"Ara...you said you'd stay.."
"It's my turn to play designated apperater" said Arath good naturedly, helping his severely drunken, and now redfaced companion stand "and besides, you two will want to talk, see you soon guys, nice meeting you Charlie, good luck with that work of yours."
Charlie reckoned that Perry (aka: Drunken ponytail guy) had to be nearly as tall as Bill or Ron, Arath wasn't all that tall,and as he was doing most of the steering the pair staggered considerably as the y headed for the door. Had Charlie looked at his watch rather than sniggering at the comical figure the two cut he would have seen.
"time for you to realize who you just saw."