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From the very moment that he went to Romania to work with dragons, Charlie's mum had been afraid of him dying because of them - whether it be at a dragon's teeth, claws, flames or even just it's sheer bulk squishing him - and always made sure to remind him that he could always find a job back in the UK at the Ministry, where it was safer. When that inevitably failed, because if there was one thing that he and his siblings got from their mother was how stubborn they could all be when they got an idea in their head, his mum would flutter about him, tell him she loved him thrice, to be careful twice and then, before she left, make him promise to be as safe as he could be.

Where his mum thought he'd die because of a dragon, his brother believed the same if for completely different reasons.

Bill, mainly because of a surprise (to him at least, since his older brother wouldn't have ever been allowed on the reserve's lands without the boss' approval) visit, knew that poachers were a problem. That, for however dangerous a nesting mother dragon could be, there were still those out there greedy and reckless enough to raid nests for eggs - some skilled and cunning enough to even succeed - and that, while it wasn't technically their job, everyone who worked on the reserve would do everything in their power to keep eggs from being stolen.

So, yes, Bill also believed Charlie's death would be because of dragons but because he was trying to protect them from people who aimed to do them harm.

It was amusing, perhaps only morbidly so, that Charlie died for neither of these reasons. His death was no tragedy that would be used to warn future reserve workers about how to interact with the dragons, nor was it a heroic tale of saving eggs from a poacher to be passed on during the cold nights that had them all clustering around the fireplace in the mess hall with its solemn, nostalgic air that lead to the older workers to talk about the past. That's not to say that people at the reserve wouldn't talk about it, he was absolutely certain it would be a few years before his death stopped being told to the new workers.

When Charlie died, it's an accident and it's completely stupid. It is also because one of the rookies that were added onto the reserve's workforce - mostly to compensate for the sudden boom in eggs being laid and nesting spots being fought over that left them understaffed and overworked - decided that he, who had not been there for a month yet, knew better than the person training him. Charlie burns in a fire that has nothing to do with dragons and everything to do with a prideful, idiotic little shitfucker.

He burns one moment and it seems like the very next he is drowning.