Charlie sat at the kitchen table, chatting idly with Bill. It really was nice to be home for a while. Certainly the dragon chasing was thrilling, but eating dried beef over a campfire in the backwoods of Romania wasn't the highest on his list of 'Ways to Spend a Nice Christmas' This year had been good and bad in the sense of seeing his family.
It was great to see all of them together again. Ron was a seventh year. Wow, Charlie couldn't believe it. It seemed only yesterday He and Bill were waving 'Good-bye' to their mother at King's Cross station while she held little Ron and Ginny. Well, at least they all look happy, Charlie thought taking a look at each of the members of his family.
There was Percy, writing a report for the Ministry. Charlie couldn't help but be proud of his little brother for nothing more than his sheer work ethic. Sure, Percy was stiff and quite rule abiding, but he loved his family and did anything to please them. Charlie wondered if the rest of the kids knew this. Maybe it's just because I'm older than him that he doesn't boss me around and act all snooty. Possibly because I was there when he was in diapers and can tell some great stories, Charlie mused, taking a sip of his coffee.
Ron, there was a complex sibling. To the outside he was little insecure youngest boy, but to those who actually talked to him he was Ron: Boy of the horrendous temper and unfailing friendship. Charlie thought of the letter's he'd gotten from Ron through those years at Hogwarts. Boy, he'd almost fallen off his chair when he'd read that on Ron's first day THE Harry Potter was his new best friend. Harry's place in the Weasley's life had become common place now though, nothing out of the ordinary for Ron's best friend to be spending time at the Burrow. I wonder how his Christmas went? Too bad Ron refuses to tell me why he stayed this year.
"Charlie, hey, Earth to Charles!" Bill cut in on Charlie's daydream.
"Mmm?"
"You thinking about being home for once too?" Bill asked shaking his red hair out of his face.
"Something like that. I was wondering about how different we all are. I mean you've got that whole 'Cool yet still Head Boy' thing going, I chase dragons, that's pretty out there, Percy's working his way up in the Ministry in record time, the twins have already opened a joke shop to great success, Ron's best friends with one of the most famous wizards ever, and Ginny shows some considerable talent on the Quidditch front. How in the world are we so different Bill? They only major thing I can tell you that we share is the hair. The good old Weasley trademark," Charlie said, raking his hand through his hair. Recently he'd cut it short so it spiked out at the top. I resembled a messy porcupine at the moment.
"I don't know Charlie, I really have now idea. But you're right, we're all so very different yet we manage to share this family quite well. If I forget to tell you again before we leave, I miss you guys when I'm down in Egypt. I really do," Bill said staring at his coffee.
"Don't worry about it, I know how you feel. Plus, don't think about it. We've still got another two weeks before we go home," Charlie said brightly, watching as the fire glowed green and a shape began swirling in it. It seemed that the person Percy had been waiting for all day had finally arrived.
It was great to see all of them together again. Ron was a seventh year. Wow, Charlie couldn't believe it. It seemed only yesterday He and Bill were waving 'Good-bye' to their mother at King's Cross station while she held little Ron and Ginny. Well, at least they all look happy, Charlie thought taking a look at each of the members of his family.
There was Percy, writing a report for the Ministry. Charlie couldn't help but be proud of his little brother for nothing more than his sheer work ethic. Sure, Percy was stiff and quite rule abiding, but he loved his family and did anything to please them. Charlie wondered if the rest of the kids knew this. Maybe it's just because I'm older than him that he doesn't boss me around and act all snooty. Possibly because I was there when he was in diapers and can tell some great stories, Charlie mused, taking a sip of his coffee.
Ron, there was a complex sibling. To the outside he was little insecure youngest boy, but to those who actually talked to him he was Ron: Boy of the horrendous temper and unfailing friendship. Charlie thought of the letter's he'd gotten from Ron through those years at Hogwarts. Boy, he'd almost fallen off his chair when he'd read that on Ron's first day THE Harry Potter was his new best friend. Harry's place in the Weasley's life had become common place now though, nothing out of the ordinary for Ron's best friend to be spending time at the Burrow. I wonder how his Christmas went? Too bad Ron refuses to tell me why he stayed this year.
"Charlie, hey, Earth to Charles!" Bill cut in on Charlie's daydream.
"Mmm?"
"You thinking about being home for once too?" Bill asked shaking his red hair out of his face.
"Something like that. I was wondering about how different we all are. I mean you've got that whole 'Cool yet still Head Boy' thing going, I chase dragons, that's pretty out there, Percy's working his way up in the Ministry in record time, the twins have already opened a joke shop to great success, Ron's best friends with one of the most famous wizards ever, and Ginny shows some considerable talent on the Quidditch front. How in the world are we so different Bill? They only major thing I can tell you that we share is the hair. The good old Weasley trademark," Charlie said, raking his hand through his hair. Recently he'd cut it short so it spiked out at the top. I resembled a messy porcupine at the moment.
"I don't know Charlie, I really have now idea. But you're right, we're all so very different yet we manage to share this family quite well. If I forget to tell you again before we leave, I miss you guys when I'm down in Egypt. I really do," Bill said staring at his coffee.
"Don't worry about it, I know how you feel. Plus, don't think about it. We've still got another two weeks before we go home," Charlie said brightly, watching as the fire glowed green and a shape began swirling in it. It seemed that the person Percy had been waiting for all day had finally arrived.