Charlie's world.
This is written in response to Anondynic Love's Criminal Minds quotes challenge. I have written them to be very short and will aim to put 4 or 5 quotes on each chapter although it may be that one or two quotes have longer stories to them – just depends! I hope you enjoy them and please review when you have read, thanks!
1) Character One- "Can you guys do me a favour?" Character Two- "Anything." Character One- "Could at least one of you look like you're going to see me again?"
Quote 1 -The dragon has a temper!
Charlie Weasley shook his head and sighed, the Hungarian horntail was mad as hell, and he for one could not blame her. She had her tail stuck in the chain link fence that surrounded her pen and she could not reach her baby. Someone had to go in past the magical restraints that surrounded the pen and release her. Apparently that someone was him.
"So tell me again, Wilson" Charlie looked at his manager while fiddling with his broom "Why me?"
"Because, Charlie boy, you are the best!" Wilson tried to bolster Charlie's confidence "I'm in no mood to lose a guy today, that's why I'm sending you"
"Humph!" Charlie replied, eyeing the ever growing circle of his friends and colleagues at the Romanian dragon reserve that had gathered to witness the spectacle and mounted his broom, hovering a few feet from the floor he noticed all eyes on him.
"Can you guys do me a favour?" he asked
"Anything" replied Wilson
"Could at least one of you look like you're going to see me again?" Charlie looked nervous.
"We'll see you again!" Hilda the Mediwitch shouted up as he flew towards the dragon.
"I didn't mean you" he muttered.
XXXXxxxx0000xxxxXXXX
2) Character one- "How is it having ____ around?" Character Two- "Uh, you can have him/her back whenever you would like."
Quote 2 – Brothers love.
Charlie threw himself down on the sofa at his mothers, he was exhausted. His new roommate and older brother Bill was keeping him awake at night. Charlie had elected to stay after the war, his family suddenly much more important than his dragons. He had been unable to stand the suffocating but well meaning fussing of his mother and had got himself a small flat in London. Bill had split with Fleur a year ago, and Charlie had understood Bill's need for company yet not that of his mother's. He had invited Bill to move in with him, half the rent and bills and someone to go drinking with. The first six months had been spent listening to Bill cry and shout (usually after a bottle of Ogden's) about Fleur and their break up. The last six months had been spent listening to Bill work his way through the witch population of London, and he wasn't quiet about it. Charlie was only slightly embarrassed that he had recognised some of the moans coming from the witches in Bill's room. He'd even come face to face with one of his past conquests, totally unashamed that he couldn't remember her name. He looked up as his father came into the room, blinking away his tiredness. He never grew tired of his father's company; they were very similar in some ways.
"Hello there son!" Arthur said genially "Haven't seen you around at work recently"
"Been out of the office mostly" Charlie replied, he had got a job at the ministry in the control of magical creatures department, flatly refusing the offers that kept coming his way to be an auror. He wasn't cut out to do that for a living, he'd had enough during the war.
"Still enjoying it?" Arthur sat next to his son, noticing the dark circles under his eyes "Not working you too hard?"
"No" Charlie smiled "A few sleepless nights is all" he suppressed a yawn.
Arthur laughed, his son's had got their libido from somewhere and Arthur had been no saint before he fell for Molly.
"A woman?" he chuckled.
"Not me" Charlie raised an eyebrow at his father, thanks to Bill, Charlie couldn't remember the last time he had entertained a lady.
Arthur chuckled again "How is it having Bill around?"
"Uh, you can have him back whenever you would like" he replied with a twisted smile.
XXXXxxxx0000xxxxXXXX
3) "Has anyone ever heard of sarcasm?"
Quote 3 – The mission.
Charlie Weasley stared at the pitted and worn table inside 12 Grimmauld Place. It was certainly clean, he thought, thanks to his mother's ministrations. He was proud to be a member of the order, but bored silly at the meetings he had to attend. He was just glad his presence was only required around once a month. He looked up as Arthur finished his report and sat down, Dumbledore standing and clearing his throat gained his attention.
"I need a volunteer" the headmaster began "For a mission, you will need to be a ministry employee and have access to all floors, an auror would be ideal" Charlie watched as Tonks sat straighter in her chair, aurors were granted full access to the ministry.
"The person needs to gain access to the Ministers office and copy files of all known death eaters. I suspect that the files are updated and the ministry has knowledge that they are suppressing. Knowledge of new death eaters will be invaluable to the order" Charlie took a mouthful of butter beer, preparing to zone out again when Dumbledore's words gained his attention, and sense of humour.
"Needless to say, the person will need to be skilled in stealth as they will be using Harry's invisibility cloak, and must be quick and concise. Any mistakes could cost lives as I have no doubt the ministry will go to all lengths to gain information on the order" he looked over his half moon glasses at the room full of order members.
"Any takers?" he asked.
"What about you Tonks?" Charlie said with a grin, Tonks went bright red in the face and her hair morphed to match. Charlie knew damned well that she was skilled in the exact opposite of stealth. If she went she would probably set the place on fire.
"If you cannot say something sensible Charlie then keep your mouth shut!" Molly Weasley hissed "Sorry dear" she added to Tonks as an apology.
Charlie looked at Tonks over the rim of his glass, she gave him an 'I will kill you' look and he grinned wider at her, he had always enjoyed winding her up, and the atmosphere had needed lightening in his view.
"Thank you for your suggestion Charlie" Dumbledore looked at him calmly, but his tone spoke volumes "However, Nymphadora is currently on another mission and is unavailable for this one, anyone else?"
Charlie caught Bill's eye and they both looked away as giggles formed, just like when they were kids and their mother was berating them for something, his eyes falling on the faces next to Bill. Lupin, Mad eye Moody, Snape and McGonagall were all glaring at him, not to mention the death rays from his mother and Tonks.
"Has anyone ever heard of sarcasm?" he muttered into his butter beer.
XXXXxxxx0000xxxxXXXX
4) Character one- "There are many paths to the same place. Trust me." Character Two- "Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie."
Quote 4 – Homeward bound.
Charlie and Hermione walked hand in hand; to everyone else they looked like lovers, out for a stroll. They were far from it. Charlie had been given the task of protecting her after the war, she was vulnerable and until the stray death eaters had been rounded up, she was a target. They were hiding out in muggle Scotland and Charlie was finding it hard to cope without magic. Hermione had been born into a muggle family and she knew their ways, Charlie did not. He was also quite sure that his father was having much more fun guarding Harry and that Ron was having the time of his life with Bill and Fleur. Oh he'd got the interesting one hadn't he? She moaned constantly about how messy he was, how she missed Ron and Harry and how she didn't need protecting.
"I thought we were going home?" he grumbled.
"We are" she snapped, he was really getting on her nerves now. His constant moaning about not using magic grated on her nerves and he had made it quite plain that he found her company tiresome. He had even suggested that they take their pretence one step further and sleep together; her hand still itched to slap him again, even if he was joking. It wasn't that she didn't like Charlie, but they were just too different to spend so much time together.
"Well. We're going the wrong way" he stopped and glared at her, his brow knitted in frustration.
"Oh Charlie, Charlie" Hermione loved annoying him on purpose, it relieved some tension between them "There are many paths to the same place. Trust me"
Charlie snorted, trying to suppress a smile "Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie"
XXXXxxxx0000xxxxXXXX
5) "Do I look twelve years old to you?"
If there was one thing Charlie Weasley hated it was smug, self righteous people, especially when they were snotty nosed kids. That was his opinion anyway. He was taking delivery of a new dragon, a rare and dangerous species that needed every ounce of Charlie's patience and skill. He was top dog at the reserve, 'the guy'. Or at least he was until this young whipper snapper, barely out of nappies arrived with certificates coming out of his ears. Charlie doubted if the lad had seen a dragon except in a book, never mind tracked and captured a furious Chinese Fireball across two continents and avoided being incinerated in the process. What a ponce, Charlie thought, even his name was poncy 'Sheridan' or Sheri for short, really.
"Well, Charlie, I do feel that a stunning charm would be sensible in this situation" Sheri said in his high pitched whine.
Charlie sighed "Do you now?" he snapped, he was having a hard time keeping the crate balanced and level while they levitated it into the dragon's pen.
"Well, F.A. Ter's book, The dragon in captivity, that I studied for my dissertation you know, says that a stunning spell should be enough to subdue any dragon for transport from pen to pen" Sheri said, sticking his pigeon chest out.
"Have you ever seen how fast a dragon can shake a stunning spell when it's riled?" Charlie asked "Because I have and I have the scars to prove it sport" Charlie continued to guide the crate into the pen, it was a tricky operation, the dragon kept throwing himself against the side of the crate and breathing plumes of fire at the two men, the fire retardant spells surrounding the crate were wearing thin now and Charlie knew he didn't have much time before the breeding bull managed to turn the crate to ash, and quite possibly himself and Sheri in the process.
"A stunning spell will subdue any dragon for the few short minutes it takes to levitate or apparate it into a new enclosure" Sheri whined, Merlin he even talks like a book, Charlie thought, rolling his eyes "I don't understand why we can't just open the crate, stun the animal and move it, it would be much simpler"
"Be my guest!" Charlie snapped, turning on Sheri "But you open that crate and I'm gone son"
"Do I look twelve years old to you?" Sheri said rather sharply.
"Excuse me?" Charlie said, mystified.
"You keep using derogatory words towards me and treating me like a child who knows nothing" Sheri said with sickening self importance "Son, Sport. I am a graduate with several more qualifications than you and I am not a child, so kindly stop treating me like one!"
"Well, I tell you what tiger, when you have as many scars as me, you can call the shots, but until then, I'm in charge and you will do as I say as not following my instructions might just cost you, and others their lives" Charlie faced him square on "Now help me levitate this crate into that pen now because if he escapes we'll see how many of your qualifications it takes when I send you to round him up again, Ok slick?" Charlie turned his attention back to the dragon, and with a few more lurching movements the crate was in the pen and Charlie sealed the pen's charms before removing the crate by magic.
The dragon erupted as soon as he realised that he was free from the constraints of the crate, breathing fire in any direction and whipping around, flying to the invisible ceiling and getting angrier each time he was repelled by the charm that prevented the dragons flying away.
"He's gonna be a bugger alright" Charlie muttered, more to himself than anyone.
"Well, if you had used a graded stunning spell, he would have awoken by degrees and been much calmer" Sheri pointed out.
Charlie looked the lad up and down, a snarl on his lips "In answer to your question" he barked "In actual fact you do look twelve" and with that he stalked off.
XXXXxxxx0000xxxxXXXX
There we are first five, I'm enjoying this challenge a lot!