A/N: this is for Birdie. You thought that last chapter was short? You ain't seen nothing yet. (I don't usually torture my reviewers, just so ya know.) Love, Dragonessa Smith.


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December 23, 2006

Charlie walked into The Three Broomsticks, shaking the snow off his shoulders. He ordered a small butterbeer and sat, alone, in a secluded table set away from the others.
He sipped his drink for a few minutes, then discreetly checked his watch. 11:59.
One more minute. He thought, as he paid Madame Rosemerta for his drink.