Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling. I'm just having some fun with her characters!
Here's the sequel to A Promise from Charlie!

Dear Charlie,

There are a couple things I want to share with you, and I don't think David has ever mentioned to you. Don't worry! They're all good things!

One day the owls came in at breakfast, and David received one of your letters. One of his friends asked him why he only got a letter every few weeks.

"He's a dragon keeper," David simply said. His friend looked at him confused.

"He's too busy taking care of dragons to be writing to me more often. Besides, he's in Romania, so the letters take longer to get here," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Has he ever told you that he wants to be just like you when he grows up? Well, he's told me (and almost every Gryffindor he knows, which is a lot. He's quite the popular first year) at least once everyday. After he gets one of your letters, he won't talk about anything else for at least a week.

Lately he's been talking about getting a dragon tattoo on his chest for his twelfth birthday. I had to put my foot down and tell him he wouldn't be allowed to get a tattoo until he was seventeen. You told him you would take him to get a tattoo, didn't you? Oh, god. I can just see your guilty face. In your next letter could you please tell him you'll do that for his seventeenth birthday? Not his twelfth. Just don't say that I told you. I'd like to be on speaking terms with my brother.

Has David ever told you about Umbridge? Ugh. I loathe her, and she probably hates me too. But I really don't care that much. I mean, you would hate a student that called you a toad too, right? Before you get that look of disbelief on your face, yes, I did call her a toad to her face. But it's TRUE! She looks like a freaking toad! And she got me sooooo mad. I think your mum told you about that little outburst I had, right? If not, then I'll explain it to you... She basically said my parents were killed by some amateur who thought it would be amusing to place the Dark Mark over my house. Who would really believe that? Then I said that You-Know-Who's back, and if the Ministry doesn't believe it, then they're barking mad. Yes, I said that the Ministry is barking mad. Then she asked me if I was defying the Ministry's judgment, and I said yes. I mean, seriously, why should she care about the opinion of a fifteen year old girl? And then she called me an idiotic girl…And then it happened. All of the jars in the room shattered, and the windows started to crack. I lost control of my magic. Okay, now I'm starting to rant, so I'm going to stop before I work myself up even more.

But back to David…You might already know this, but he thinks of you as his older brother. I'm serious about that. He really does. Hopefully I haven't gagged you with all of this warm and fuzziness. I guess I just wanted to say thanks for keeping my promise. So…Thanks, Charlie.

-Beth

P.S…I'm not responsible for any injuries you might get from David tackling you when he sees you again!

Charlie smiled. He thought of David as one of his younger brothers, and it made him feel good that David thinks of him as an older brother. Charlie got out a piece of parchment and started to write.

Dear Beth,

It would take more than that for you to gag me with warm and fuzziness! I'm a tough man, you know. I work with dragons for a living.

-Charlie.

P.S…You're welcome.

-x-

A couple weeks later, Beth received a letter from Charlie. She smiled. A few seats down the table, she heard David groan.

"What's wrong?" Beth asked.

"Charlie said that I would have to wait until I'm seventeen to get the dragon tattoo," he said.

"Smart man, Charlie is," Beth grinned. "Thanks, Charlie," she thought.

A/N: What do you think? Feedback is appreciated.