For the Acrostic Challenge: Nymphadora Tonks
"Nice evening for a wedding, isn't it? Shouldn't you be helping?"
Charlie grins as Tonks sits across from him. "Mum ran me off," he answers. "Apparently I was handling the tables a bit too roughly. 'Charles Weasley, those are tables, not dragons! Be careful!'"
Tonks laughs, shaking her head. "So, when's your wedding, Charlie?" she asks, a hint of a smirk on her lips because they both know the answer.
"Thirty-second of the thirteenth month," he chuckles.
"Shame you're so opposed to settling down. You'd make a good husband."
He rolls his eyes. He highly doubts that.
Charlie has never been one for people. His family and a few close friends, sure. But actually going out there, meeting a new person, letting that person get close... The very thought scares the hell out of him, if he's honest.
"Ah, it's just dragons for me," he says, shaking his head. "Dragons are easier than people."
Tonks gives him a cheeky grin, reaching out and ruffling his hair. "But there are laws against marrying dragons. And besides, what would the children look like?" she teases with a dramatic shudder.
"Funny."
"Yes, I thought so, too."
Charlie snorts, leaning back in his chair and watching his mum chase the twins away from where they're setting everything up.
"Never thought you'd marry," he says. "Miss 'I'm too clumsy, who would want someone like me?'"
A hint of pink flushes her face, and she absently twirls the ring on her finger. She smiles softly. "Things change," she says, shrugging. "Sometimes you find that one person, and it's just... right. Watch, you'll find someone, and you'll settle down. I demand to be best man at your wedding, mister."
"But you're not a man..."
Tonks laughs, scrunching her face. Her hair retracts into her skull, shortening to a short, messy style. Her features change, becoming much more masculine. "But I could pass as one," she reminds him before returning to normal.
"Fine. If I ever get married, you can be my best man. On one condition."
"What's that?"
"Be your normal self... It's unsettling seeing you all... all..." Charlie gestures towards her face, unsure how to desctibe it. "You know."
"Fine. Deal."