So. It turns out that one easy way to get suspended from a dragon sanctuary is for an investigation to be launched into that one baby dragon you vouched for two years ago and her connections to poachers come up and having to admit that you heard about her from your eleven year old brother actually and, yes, technically poached him back. Charlie's pretty sure that the suspension is only lip service – largely because his boss flat out told him so – and he's actually incredibly lucky to have gotten off so lightly.
It's still galling not to be told when he'll be welcome back.
Even though he makes no effort to hide his entrance to the house neither of the two – two! – raised voices acknowledge him at all. One of them is Tonks, clearly, but the other – older, angrier, male – voice isn't anybody Charlie recognises. He takes a deep breath and charges in.
"Charlie!" Tonks grins at him, not lowering their own raised wand an inch, "Meet Remus." They make a corkscrew gesture with one hand. Charlie raises his wand warningly. "Do you want to hear something crazy Charlie?"
"Um. Alright."
"Remus." They say through gritted teeth. "Thinks that our dog and Sirius Black are one and the same."
Charlie can't help it. He bursts out laughing so hard he drops his wand.