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Dear FanFiction Writers,
Last time I checked I wasn't married. Unless I've got that wrong and have a dozen wives hidden somewhere? *insert sarcasm*
I know it might be hard for some of you to comprehend but I don't need a woman, or man for that matter, in my life. I'm happy as I am. Besides, I'd rather not put up with all that female drama, my mother and Ginny were enough for a lifetim- DAMMIT!
Sorry Ginny just threw a book at me. It must be that time of the month. Oh, and now she's snogging Harry. And I just ate. Typical!
Ah, girls, I'll never understand them.
And you wonder why I prefer being single?
At least with my dragons I don't have to deal with all this "feelings" crap. Females are emotional hurricanes, which are best to steer clear of. Sorry to disappoint but I won't be having any secret affairs with any of my sister-in-laws anytime soon. But I do appreciate the hunky descriptions of yours truly, really, I am flattered.
*flashes smile*
Is it the red-hair? I read once that its a sort of aphrodisiac. Oh wait, Mundungus is ginger so it can't be that, people of the female variety tend to avoid him like a house elf with the bloody plague!
Oh, another thing I never had a thing going on with Tonks. She's a mate, that's all. Besides, it was Bill who my mother wanted her to marry. After all, not even an Auror can tame a dragon tamer. While I'm writing I may as well mention that I don't intend on quitting my job and working as Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwart's anytime soon.
Cheers.
Sincerely, Charlie Weasley.
P.S. Please tell the un-researched muggle writers of Dragonheart, Merlin, Eragon and Mulan, that dragons cannot talk!