Charlie Weasley was not what you would call an early riser. He much preferred to stay in bed as long as he possibly could. Usually it took his mother 3 trips up the stairs and multiple threats to get him out of bed. Imagine her shock when she came downstairs and found him sitting at the kitchen table before even she had a chance to start breakfast.
Charlie knew he probably worried his mother, but honestly he didn't care. Today was the day. He was going to Diagon Alley. Oh it wasn't his first trip there, he had been plenty of times. But this time was special. This was HIS day. Today he would receive his very own wand. He was certain it would be a dragon heartstring core. He loved dragons so much, he just couldn't imagine any other wand core choosing him. There was no other option for a better fit for him.
The family finally made it to Ollivander's, and Charlie patiently waited his turn. Finally it was his turn and he smirked when the first wand Mr. Ollivander picked for him to try had a dragon heartstring core. He was sure this wand would pick him. He held out his hand, and took hold of the wand. Hhm well that was disappointing. He had always heard about the feeling finding your correct wand made you feel. He certainly didn't feel any different. Maybe the wand and he were already so connected he didn't need any special feeling. Following Mr. Ollivander's prompting, he gave the wand a swish, and watched as the flowers in the vase caught fire. Well that wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe he just needed a different wood for his dragon heartstring.
He begrudgingly tried several other wands, including those without dragon heartstring cores. He was beginning to get frustrated when Mr. Ollivander had him try another non heartstring core wand. The minute his little hand wrapped around the wand, the tingles started. From the tips of his fingers, all the way through his body. He felt warm, happy, and oddly complete. But this didn't make any sense. He was SUPPOSED to have a wand with dragon heartstring. He just knew it. So why did this wand pick him?
Charlie had been raised with manners. He knew better than to throw a fit. He did his best to hide his disappointment. After all his little brother Percy was watching the whole thing rather intently. He wanted to be a good big brother. So he fought down the disappointment, and forced a small smile. He would show his little brother how to behave. That was part of his responsibility after all.
Later that night he sat on the edge of his bed, twirling the wand in his fingers. Both Bill and Percy were watching him. His big brother Bill came and sat beside him. Bill was only a few years older, and the two were best friends. Without saying a word, Bill wrapped one arm around Charlie's shoulders while Percy handed him an open book.
The book was about wands and their cores. It seemed his wand core was best suited for a witch or wizard who would be a protector, and would never be swayed to the dark side of magic. The book pointed out that his wand core was best suited for those wishing to pursue a career in Care of Magical Creatures. Ok now that made more sense. He would always protect those he cared about, be it human or creature. He didn't want to ever be a dark wizard. And he DID want to be a dragon tamer. So really the wand was a good fit for him. He reached out, pulled his brothers into a hug and smiled a true smile. He had his perfect wand.