1991

"Your mother is in quite the state, you know," Arthur commented worriedly, taking a sip of his tea. His second-eldest son mirrored him, taking a sip of his tea as well.

"She knows I'm not really gone," Charlie shrugs, "and anyways, I'll be back every Christmas, every Easter, every summer."

"It's her first child who has actually moved out, farther away than Diagon Alley," points out Arthur. "You're moving to Romania to work with dragons. It terrifies her, Charlie."

"I know," Charlie agreed, leaning back against the chair. "But it's also something I have to do. It's what I want to do."

"Your mother knows that," agreed Arthur, "but promise me one thing. If not for your own sake, then for your mother and I's sake. Don't get hurt."

"I won't," Charlie promised.