Okay. I'm totally in love with red-headed men, and therefore, all of
the Weasley boys. ( So, yeah, my favorite would be Charlie, so here it is:
the romance of Charlie Weasley. or something like that. Let's just call it
an exorcism of inner demons on paper, shall we (which might fit all of my
stories, but ish.)? Reviews are VERY welcome, even the flames!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I didn't come up with any of these characters. that honor belongs to J.K.R. yadda yadda yadda. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charlie Weasley sighed as he threw off his robe onto the couch. His day had been long and exhausting. He usually was out in the fields, working hands-on with the dragons, but today he had been filling out paperwork. One of the newer handlers hadn't completely read the manual and now was in the hospital trying to re-grow a new arm, the process that was unfortunately still in the experimental stages. Injury forms were always a hassle. Hopefully tomorrow he wouldn't find any more paperwork on his desk, and he'd be able to finally work with that new Chinese Fireball that came to the reservation only a couple days earlier.
He kicked off his shoes and flung himself into the tattered armchair next to the couch. All he wanted to do was crash, just fall asleep and not wake up for a week. He had just about fallen into a deep slumber when he heard a crash at the window. He groaned and got to his feet to pick up the ancient bird, Errol. His mother still insisted on using this owl even though he should have been retired years ago. He put the bird in a small cage with food and water and opened the letter.
Dear Charlie, I do hope this letter finds you well. I do not know what you are doing for the Easter holidays this year, but we would love it if you could find the time to visit us. Ron, Harry, and Hermione will be joining us as well. I have tried contacting Bill, but goodness knows what the goblins do with his letters. I would love it if we could have a large Weasley family reunion again. Please reply quickly. Love, Mum.
Charlie sighed. His mother was always trying to get him and Bill to visit them or vice versa. His parents had spent the last few Christmases with him. He understood that his mother missed having all over her children at home, but she still had the twins, Ron, and Ginny. Percy was there when he wasn't at work, even. Despite his irritation, Charlie did want to see his brothers and sister again and quickly wrote back a reply:
Hi Mum, I'll try to get the holidays off. We've been getting more dragons than usual lately, though, so it'll have to be touch and go. I'll keep you informed. Oh yeah - give Errol a break. He's gonna give out on the way here one of these days! Love, Charlie.
"Stay here for the night. Gather up your strength before the woman sends you out again," Charlie told him as he tied the letter to Errol's leg. Errol hooted his thanks and closed his eyes. Charlie decided that before there were any further distractions, he'd go off to bed himself. He stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed onto the mattress on the floor. He lived in a typical bachelor's pad - clothes thrown here and there, second hand furniture in the living room, and sparse decorations in his bedroom. His mother always bustled over it like a hen whenever she saw it, and always gave him a lecture about how he ought to move into a proper home, like Bill.
Charlie pushed all of the negative thoughts floating through his head and focused on what tomorrow might bring. Ever the optimist, he curled up in his blankets and turned his dreams toward good thoughts. Tomorrow was another day, and then it'd be the weekend. And he'd be able to see the new dragons that were arriving tomorrow and be able to study that Chinese Fireball up close. There was even a rumor floating around that a Peruvian Vipertooth dragon was being brought to the reserve, one of the last left of the species.
Charlie awoke the next morning to his wand buzzing loudly. It wasn't until he realized that he had charmed his wand to wake him up early that he understood what was going on. He grabbed his wand and muttered a counter- charm. It immediately stopped buzzing. Charlie groaned, stretched, and headed to the kitchen. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat down to read the Daily Prophet. He gave the owl in his window a Sickle, and it flew off to deliver its other papers, Errol taking flight with it.
After several minutes perusing the paper, Charlie couldn't find anything of real interest and took his final mouthful of coffee. He put the cup into the sink, pointed his wand at it, and muttered a quick charm. The sponge immediately started to wash the cup until it was sparkling clean. Charlie grabbed his robes and a towel and jumped into the shower. As the water poured down his body, he began to think of the tasks he had to do today. No matter what, he decided, he wasn't going to leave work until he was at least able to run a physical on that Chinese. It needed to be done, and there were few in the department that was able to do it without major injuries. And burns weren't really injuries - just came with the line of work, although his mother might argue that point.
Red hair dripping wet, Charlie toweled off and pulled on his old robes. He wrung his thick hair out as best he could and decided to let it air dry today. He checked the time; he still had a good half hour before he had to show up at work. He decided to apparate to the office a little early to try and get out to the field before anyone caught him and tried to shove papers in his hand. He pulled his dragon hide boots on. He hated these shoes - he hated anything that people killed dragons for. But, they were the most practical, as they were the only thing that the dragons he worked with would have a hard time biting, clawing, or burning through. Sighing, he picked up his wand and within a couple of seconds he found himself behind his desk.
Charlie hurried through the halls and made his way to the fields, stopping only to grab the med kit used for physicals. He looked up to see a few of the native Romanian Longhorns in the air. He smiled to himself as he watched them fly around. Huge, beautiful, graceful creatures they were. He kept walking and soon found himself face-to-face with the Chinese Fireball. Its scales were a bright red, as if it had spent too many hours in the sun. He had always had a way with dangerous animals, and the dragon only glanced at him sleepily as he approached it.
Charlie grabbed the large stethoscope first and cautiously advanced toward the dragon. It seemed to be more or less sleeping, but Charlie kept his wand out on the ready just to be sure. He listened for about a minute, hearing its lungs and heart. Both seemed healthy, and he proceeded to continue with the exam. Finally, the internal exam was done, at least as much as he could do out in the field. He began to look over the outside, checking scales for irritations or rashes. He then noticed that the end half of the dragon's tail was off color, a sort of orange. "Crap," Charlie muttered to himself. The informal name for it - Discoloration Rash - wasn't difficult to fix, but it meant going out into the Muggle world to find the best cure.
Over the years, dragon handlers had learned that there was a Muggle cream known as Eucerin that was best for the Discoloration Rash. Muggles used it on their own skin, which was only slightly odd, but whatever worked, Charlie had always said. Unfortunately, the cream hadn't become so well known that it was readily available in a place like Diagon Alley. Of course, this might be because dragons were outlawed in most of Europe and the Americas.
Charlie heaved a sigh and headed back to the office to fill out the physical exam chart for the dragon and change into Muggle clothing. He hastily filled out the form, adding in the bit about the rash so that anyone in the office would know where he had gone. He changed quickly into jeans and a polo shirt, not bothering to put on the sneakers. His dragon hide boots looked enough like alligator skin that he most likely wouldn't be questioned. He apparated to Diagon Alley, made a quick stop at Gringott's to change his money, and headed towards the exit out of the Leaky Cauldron. It looked like he was just leaving a normal building to any Muggle who happened to be watching.
Charlie made his way to the nearest drug store, and located the Eucerin. He loaded twenty-some bottles into his cart, the entire inventory. It took a lot to heal a dragon's tail, as they were a large part of the creature. He took his purchases to the register. The cashier looked at him slightly oddly, but rang it up anyways. Charlie gave a nervous smile. Having grown up as a wizard, venturing into the Muggle world was always uncomfortable for him. The cashier handed him several large bags with his lotion. Charlie still had problems counting British pounds, and just handed the cashier all of it, who counted the correct amount and handed Charlie his change. Charlie turned to leave when he ran straight into the person behind him. Both went sprawling across the floor.
"Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Oh, it's all right," she replied. She looked up and gave him a smile. Charlie found himself grinning goofily back. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. She had large liquid gray eyes and black hair that cascaded lightly over her shoulders. Her skin was like perfectly carved ivory. With a petite figure, she looked delicate, but strong at the same time.
"Here, let me help you up," he said, offering his hand, shaking himself out of his daze.
"I've got it, thanks," she said, standing up and placing her items on the counter. The cashier rung her up and she took her bags, thanking him. Charlie continued to stand there throughout the entire process. She turned back around and saw him staring at her.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"N-no," he stammered. "Um. can I walk you out?"
"Sure," she agreed, looking at him strangely. They walked out of the drug store together in silence, Charlie debating inside of his head about what to say. "So," she finally said, breaking the quiet, "do you have really dry hands or something?"
"What?" he asked.
"The lotion. You bought the whole stock. I watched you pile it into your cart. I was trying to figure out why anyone would need so much."
"Oh, it's for this dr-. uh. I mean. you were watching me?" he said, catching himself at the last minute. He couldn't mention dragons here, he reprimanded to himself.
"What's it for again? I didn't catch that."
"Oh, uh, nothing. It's for work, though, not for me." He grinned at her.
"What do you do?"
"I, uh, I work with animals."
"Oh." They walked a few more steps. "So what's your name?"
"I'm sorry; I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Charlie Weasley. And you?"
"Ariane Hara."
"Pleased to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but." he lifted up his bags. She chuckled and nodded her understanding. They came to the end of the street.
"Well, I have to turn right. I don't know where you're going."
"I have to turn left."
"I guess this is goodbye then. Maybe we'll run into each other again. not literally next time, though." She gave a small wave and started walking the opposite direction.
"Wait!" Charlie called after her. "Um. would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" She looked at him and a small smile appeared on her face.
"I'd love to. I was wondering when you were going to ask. Here, let me give you my number so that you can ring me." She took out a pen from her purse and started writing her number on his hand. She finished and looked up at him with a grin on her face. "Talk to you later then!"
"Talk to you later," he repeated. Crap, he thought to himself, I don't even know how to use a telephone! He hurried off to the Leaky Cauldron to apparate back to Romania.
Charlie paced behind his desk, wondering what to do about this new dilemma. He had been able to avoid it for a few hours, but now that all of the never ending paperwork seemed to finally be finished, he had to address to real issue at hand. Finally he decided to take quill to parchment. "Dear Ron," he said out loud, and continued to write a letter to his youngest brother, who had two dear friends that grew up in the wizarding world..
*Sorry, it's kind of slow right now - I had to establish his daily life and all that stuff. I'll try to make it more fast paced and interesting from here on out! Thanks for reading, and please review!!!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I didn't come up with any of these characters. that honor belongs to J.K.R. yadda yadda yadda. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Charlie Weasley sighed as he threw off his robe onto the couch. His day had been long and exhausting. He usually was out in the fields, working hands-on with the dragons, but today he had been filling out paperwork. One of the newer handlers hadn't completely read the manual and now was in the hospital trying to re-grow a new arm, the process that was unfortunately still in the experimental stages. Injury forms were always a hassle. Hopefully tomorrow he wouldn't find any more paperwork on his desk, and he'd be able to finally work with that new Chinese Fireball that came to the reservation only a couple days earlier.
He kicked off his shoes and flung himself into the tattered armchair next to the couch. All he wanted to do was crash, just fall asleep and not wake up for a week. He had just about fallen into a deep slumber when he heard a crash at the window. He groaned and got to his feet to pick up the ancient bird, Errol. His mother still insisted on using this owl even though he should have been retired years ago. He put the bird in a small cage with food and water and opened the letter.
Dear Charlie, I do hope this letter finds you well. I do not know what you are doing for the Easter holidays this year, but we would love it if you could find the time to visit us. Ron, Harry, and Hermione will be joining us as well. I have tried contacting Bill, but goodness knows what the goblins do with his letters. I would love it if we could have a large Weasley family reunion again. Please reply quickly. Love, Mum.
Charlie sighed. His mother was always trying to get him and Bill to visit them or vice versa. His parents had spent the last few Christmases with him. He understood that his mother missed having all over her children at home, but she still had the twins, Ron, and Ginny. Percy was there when he wasn't at work, even. Despite his irritation, Charlie did want to see his brothers and sister again and quickly wrote back a reply:
Hi Mum, I'll try to get the holidays off. We've been getting more dragons than usual lately, though, so it'll have to be touch and go. I'll keep you informed. Oh yeah - give Errol a break. He's gonna give out on the way here one of these days! Love, Charlie.
"Stay here for the night. Gather up your strength before the woman sends you out again," Charlie told him as he tied the letter to Errol's leg. Errol hooted his thanks and closed his eyes. Charlie decided that before there were any further distractions, he'd go off to bed himself. He stripped down to his boxer shorts and climbed onto the mattress on the floor. He lived in a typical bachelor's pad - clothes thrown here and there, second hand furniture in the living room, and sparse decorations in his bedroom. His mother always bustled over it like a hen whenever she saw it, and always gave him a lecture about how he ought to move into a proper home, like Bill.
Charlie pushed all of the negative thoughts floating through his head and focused on what tomorrow might bring. Ever the optimist, he curled up in his blankets and turned his dreams toward good thoughts. Tomorrow was another day, and then it'd be the weekend. And he'd be able to see the new dragons that were arriving tomorrow and be able to study that Chinese Fireball up close. There was even a rumor floating around that a Peruvian Vipertooth dragon was being brought to the reserve, one of the last left of the species.
Charlie awoke the next morning to his wand buzzing loudly. It wasn't until he realized that he had charmed his wand to wake him up early that he understood what was going on. He grabbed his wand and muttered a counter- charm. It immediately stopped buzzing. Charlie groaned, stretched, and headed to the kitchen. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat down to read the Daily Prophet. He gave the owl in his window a Sickle, and it flew off to deliver its other papers, Errol taking flight with it.
After several minutes perusing the paper, Charlie couldn't find anything of real interest and took his final mouthful of coffee. He put the cup into the sink, pointed his wand at it, and muttered a quick charm. The sponge immediately started to wash the cup until it was sparkling clean. Charlie grabbed his robes and a towel and jumped into the shower. As the water poured down his body, he began to think of the tasks he had to do today. No matter what, he decided, he wasn't going to leave work until he was at least able to run a physical on that Chinese. It needed to be done, and there were few in the department that was able to do it without major injuries. And burns weren't really injuries - just came with the line of work, although his mother might argue that point.
Red hair dripping wet, Charlie toweled off and pulled on his old robes. He wrung his thick hair out as best he could and decided to let it air dry today. He checked the time; he still had a good half hour before he had to show up at work. He decided to apparate to the office a little early to try and get out to the field before anyone caught him and tried to shove papers in his hand. He pulled his dragon hide boots on. He hated these shoes - he hated anything that people killed dragons for. But, they were the most practical, as they were the only thing that the dragons he worked with would have a hard time biting, clawing, or burning through. Sighing, he picked up his wand and within a couple of seconds he found himself behind his desk.
Charlie hurried through the halls and made his way to the fields, stopping only to grab the med kit used for physicals. He looked up to see a few of the native Romanian Longhorns in the air. He smiled to himself as he watched them fly around. Huge, beautiful, graceful creatures they were. He kept walking and soon found himself face-to-face with the Chinese Fireball. Its scales were a bright red, as if it had spent too many hours in the sun. He had always had a way with dangerous animals, and the dragon only glanced at him sleepily as he approached it.
Charlie grabbed the large stethoscope first and cautiously advanced toward the dragon. It seemed to be more or less sleeping, but Charlie kept his wand out on the ready just to be sure. He listened for about a minute, hearing its lungs and heart. Both seemed healthy, and he proceeded to continue with the exam. Finally, the internal exam was done, at least as much as he could do out in the field. He began to look over the outside, checking scales for irritations or rashes. He then noticed that the end half of the dragon's tail was off color, a sort of orange. "Crap," Charlie muttered to himself. The informal name for it - Discoloration Rash - wasn't difficult to fix, but it meant going out into the Muggle world to find the best cure.
Over the years, dragon handlers had learned that there was a Muggle cream known as Eucerin that was best for the Discoloration Rash. Muggles used it on their own skin, which was only slightly odd, but whatever worked, Charlie had always said. Unfortunately, the cream hadn't become so well known that it was readily available in a place like Diagon Alley. Of course, this might be because dragons were outlawed in most of Europe and the Americas.
Charlie heaved a sigh and headed back to the office to fill out the physical exam chart for the dragon and change into Muggle clothing. He hastily filled out the form, adding in the bit about the rash so that anyone in the office would know where he had gone. He changed quickly into jeans and a polo shirt, not bothering to put on the sneakers. His dragon hide boots looked enough like alligator skin that he most likely wouldn't be questioned. He apparated to Diagon Alley, made a quick stop at Gringott's to change his money, and headed towards the exit out of the Leaky Cauldron. It looked like he was just leaving a normal building to any Muggle who happened to be watching.
Charlie made his way to the nearest drug store, and located the Eucerin. He loaded twenty-some bottles into his cart, the entire inventory. It took a lot to heal a dragon's tail, as they were a large part of the creature. He took his purchases to the register. The cashier looked at him slightly oddly, but rang it up anyways. Charlie gave a nervous smile. Having grown up as a wizard, venturing into the Muggle world was always uncomfortable for him. The cashier handed him several large bags with his lotion. Charlie still had problems counting British pounds, and just handed the cashier all of it, who counted the correct amount and handed Charlie his change. Charlie turned to leave when he ran straight into the person behind him. Both went sprawling across the floor.
"Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Oh, it's all right," she replied. She looked up and gave him a smile. Charlie found himself grinning goofily back. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. She had large liquid gray eyes and black hair that cascaded lightly over her shoulders. Her skin was like perfectly carved ivory. With a petite figure, she looked delicate, but strong at the same time.
"Here, let me help you up," he said, offering his hand, shaking himself out of his daze.
"I've got it, thanks," she said, standing up and placing her items on the counter. The cashier rung her up and she took her bags, thanking him. Charlie continued to stand there throughout the entire process. She turned back around and saw him staring at her.
"What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"N-no," he stammered. "Um. can I walk you out?"
"Sure," she agreed, looking at him strangely. They walked out of the drug store together in silence, Charlie debating inside of his head about what to say. "So," she finally said, breaking the quiet, "do you have really dry hands or something?"
"What?" he asked.
"The lotion. You bought the whole stock. I watched you pile it into your cart. I was trying to figure out why anyone would need so much."
"Oh, it's for this dr-. uh. I mean. you were watching me?" he said, catching himself at the last minute. He couldn't mention dragons here, he reprimanded to himself.
"What's it for again? I didn't catch that."
"Oh, uh, nothing. It's for work, though, not for me." He grinned at her.
"What do you do?"
"I, uh, I work with animals."
"Oh." They walked a few more steps. "So what's your name?"
"I'm sorry; I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Charlie Weasley. And you?"
"Ariane Hara."
"Pleased to meet you. I'd shake your hand, but." he lifted up his bags. She chuckled and nodded her understanding. They came to the end of the street.
"Well, I have to turn right. I don't know where you're going."
"I have to turn left."
"I guess this is goodbye then. Maybe we'll run into each other again. not literally next time, though." She gave a small wave and started walking the opposite direction.
"Wait!" Charlie called after her. "Um. would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" She looked at him and a small smile appeared on her face.
"I'd love to. I was wondering when you were going to ask. Here, let me give you my number so that you can ring me." She took out a pen from her purse and started writing her number on his hand. She finished and looked up at him with a grin on her face. "Talk to you later then!"
"Talk to you later," he repeated. Crap, he thought to himself, I don't even know how to use a telephone! He hurried off to the Leaky Cauldron to apparate back to Romania.
Charlie paced behind his desk, wondering what to do about this new dilemma. He had been able to avoid it for a few hours, but now that all of the never ending paperwork seemed to finally be finished, he had to address to real issue at hand. Finally he decided to take quill to parchment. "Dear Ron," he said out loud, and continued to write a letter to his youngest brother, who had two dear friends that grew up in the wizarding world..
*Sorry, it's kind of slow right now - I had to establish his daily life and all that stuff. I'll try to make it more fast paced and interesting from here on out! Thanks for reading, and please review!!!