A/N: I know, superbly short but most of these chapters will be pretty short, this story won't be an epic or anything like that I can assure you - Thank you to TeenTypist for the feedback it means a lot.

He finally left the living room, with a tiny burst of courage and stupidity - though he wasn't sure his ears could handle to sure to be deafening roar of Molly Weasley when she's mad. He checked a few of the rooms as he walked through the lower level of the Burrow, finding her finally in the kitchen. She had a small wicker basket which was overflowing with laundry , layers and layers of sheets and clothes. She smiled as he walked into the kitchen,

"Do you mind, love?" Molly asked softly, motioning to the overflowing basket.

Charlie shook his head, "Not at all." He said as he made his way to the table, picking up a pair of his fathers trousers, he folded them and then added them to the pile of already folded clothes to his left. He continued to fold clothes with his mother, he stayed silent while she chattered on,

"Isn't it so wonderful - What with Bill traveling to Egypt of all places! And now Percy has his internship for the summer!" She said with an enormous sense of pride in her voice as she folded a skirt of Ginny's.

"Mum…" Charlie said before he could stop himself, hearing all about how proud she was of his two high achieving brothers was not going to make it any easier, "I - I'll take this lot upstairs." He said, picking up the pile of clothes to the side of him, resting the top of the pile under his chin as she smiled and thanked him,

'Chicken,' His brain chided, 'Merlin you're such a chicken.'

He rolled his eyes at himself as he climbed to the top level of the Burrow, knocking on Percy's door as he balanced the pile of clothes in one hand. Percy opened the door, his spectacles sitting quite low on the bridge of his nose as he said, "Ah, Charles-"

"Must you call me Charles,?" Charlie said, raising an eyebrow as he passed his younger brother a stack of trousers and shirts.

"Mum calls you Charles."

"Mum calls me Charles when I'm in trouble."

"You're always in trouble."

"…Touché, Perce. Not as much as Fred and George though." He chuckled, leaning against his brothers doorframe, thinking that maybe starting with his siblings would be a better way to go anyway…

"I got a job." Charlie said bluntly, looking to his younger brother to watch his reaction, Percy grinned - "Where? The Ministry?" he asked quickly.

"Romania."

"… The Romanian Ministry? The foreign exchange in Romania?"

"It's not for the bloody Ministry, Perce."

Percy looked dumfounded at the idea - "Then what's the job?"

Charlie was finding it was easier to tell Percy than it was to tell his mother, or than it had been to tell his father even, "Training dragons." He grinned, Percy looked horrified, "You're a nutter, you know that?" he said with a frown after he had let the news sink in, "Mum will never approve."

"Good thing I'm of age then." He said, raising a challenging eyebrow with a small smirk.

"Yeah yeah, just don't lose any limbs all right?" Percy said, rolling his eyes but with a small smile, "You sure about it?" to which Charlie nodded, "I leave on Monday." He added just before he turned to leave his brothers room. Percy couldn't help but feel a little dejected - that his brother seemed to be so happy to leave so soon. "Oh…" was all Percy could get out, "Well congratulations, Charlie." He added with difficulty, giving Charlie a small smile.

"Thanks, Perce." Charlie smiled, making his way from the room and down a flight of stairs as he carried the bundle of clothes under his arm, knocking on the worn brown door with the letters, "F & G" painted onto the door. He knocked loudly, knowing he was probably interrupting whatever scheme the twins were concocting.