Charlie Meets A Stranger Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I still do not own the characters.
The wedding was simple and beautiful. Hermione looked radiant in a sky blue dress robe. Ron looked hung over and wore a stately dark silvery grey dress robe. Charlie smiled. His brothers Fred and George had kept their word.
Molly rushed around afterwards and showed every one to their seats outside for the feast she had prepared. It was a huge banquet. There was roast beef, roast chickens, oven baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrot medallions, peas, green string beans, garden salad, and of coarse sprouts. For some reason, all of Molly's meals seemed to contain sprouts. Everyone sat down with the bride and groom at the place of honour. The meal was delicious. Ron of coarse had seconds and thirds. Even the after effects of the night before couldn't keep his appetite from making an appearance.
Charlie sat beside Valerie. He had tried not to make it to obvious that he was watching her, but was not being very successful. Valerie smiled at him. He was almost certain she knew he liked her. But he could not be certain that she felt the same way about him.
After dinner, the dishes were cleared up and the tables put away to make way for dancing. Molly insisted that at every wedding there should be a dance. Hermione had the first dance with her father. As was traditionally done half way through, he handed her over to her new husband, Ron.
Charlie was surprised when Valerie cam up to him. " Would you like to dance?" she asked in a silky voice. Charlie nodded numbly and stood rooted in the spot he was standing at. It took a jab in the ribs from Fred for him to come out of it. He gently guided her onto the dance area. The air was fresh and smelled of roses and the petunias his mother had planted all over the place. She was easily led. She obviously had experience when it came to the old dance songs.
Charlie almost regretted it when the dance ended. The next one was a faster one. He didn't like those types of dances at all. He felt too clumsy to keep up with them. He led Valerie to one of the small tables that had been left standing. He helped her to sit and then sat beside her. Together they watched the others dancing. He wasn't aware of when he covered her hand with his. He only realized he had done so, when she gently squeezed it.
Before they knew it the party was over. The bride and groom headed off in Ron's car for a brief honeymoon in Scotland. There were tears in Molly's eyes as she waved goodbye. It was over. Everyone packed up their things and slowly made their way's home. Charlie of coarse offered to drive Valerie to the station. She accepted.
He had no time left. He had to ask. "Valerie. I hope you will give what I am going to ask you some serious thought. Since I first met you I have felt a connection. I want to see what is going on between us. If you return to Canada now, I fear we will never find out. Will you stay in England for at least a while? If you need a place to stay, you can stay at my place. I have an extra room in my flat. And if you want to stay, you can. I can even offer you a job if you would like." Valerie looked at Charlie in amazement. She had been feeling the same way, but had been too shy to say anything. She knew he was rite. She swallowed and wet her lips before speaking. " I would like that Charlie. I think I would like very much to get to know you more." Charlie smiled in relief.
Charlie drove straight to London. He told her that if she wished she could have any of her things delivered overnight by wizard post. He gave her the number, and she called them after she called her old roommate asking her to pack her few remaining possessions, and to send her cat Gonzo. Charlie showed her around the flat, and showed her, her room. Valerie smiled. Charlie wished he had had time to straiten up before inviting her to move in. Charlie said goodnight and headed for bed. He would need to take her shopping for special equipment if she was going to be his assistant. She had jumped at the chance when he had offered it to her. That meant an early morning to get out and about before the streets got too crowded. He had a restless sleep.
Disclaimer: I still do not own the characters.
The wedding was simple and beautiful. Hermione looked radiant in a sky blue dress robe. Ron looked hung over and wore a stately dark silvery grey dress robe. Charlie smiled. His brothers Fred and George had kept their word.
Molly rushed around afterwards and showed every one to their seats outside for the feast she had prepared. It was a huge banquet. There was roast beef, roast chickens, oven baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, carrot medallions, peas, green string beans, garden salad, and of coarse sprouts. For some reason, all of Molly's meals seemed to contain sprouts. Everyone sat down with the bride and groom at the place of honour. The meal was delicious. Ron of coarse had seconds and thirds. Even the after effects of the night before couldn't keep his appetite from making an appearance.
Charlie sat beside Valerie. He had tried not to make it to obvious that he was watching her, but was not being very successful. Valerie smiled at him. He was almost certain she knew he liked her. But he could not be certain that she felt the same way about him.
After dinner, the dishes were cleared up and the tables put away to make way for dancing. Molly insisted that at every wedding there should be a dance. Hermione had the first dance with her father. As was traditionally done half way through, he handed her over to her new husband, Ron.
Charlie was surprised when Valerie cam up to him. " Would you like to dance?" she asked in a silky voice. Charlie nodded numbly and stood rooted in the spot he was standing at. It took a jab in the ribs from Fred for him to come out of it. He gently guided her onto the dance area. The air was fresh and smelled of roses and the petunias his mother had planted all over the place. She was easily led. She obviously had experience when it came to the old dance songs.
Charlie almost regretted it when the dance ended. The next one was a faster one. He didn't like those types of dances at all. He felt too clumsy to keep up with them. He led Valerie to one of the small tables that had been left standing. He helped her to sit and then sat beside her. Together they watched the others dancing. He wasn't aware of when he covered her hand with his. He only realized he had done so, when she gently squeezed it.
Before they knew it the party was over. The bride and groom headed off in Ron's car for a brief honeymoon in Scotland. There were tears in Molly's eyes as she waved goodbye. It was over. Everyone packed up their things and slowly made their way's home. Charlie of coarse offered to drive Valerie to the station. She accepted.
He had no time left. He had to ask. "Valerie. I hope you will give what I am going to ask you some serious thought. Since I first met you I have felt a connection. I want to see what is going on between us. If you return to Canada now, I fear we will never find out. Will you stay in England for at least a while? If you need a place to stay, you can stay at my place. I have an extra room in my flat. And if you want to stay, you can. I can even offer you a job if you would like." Valerie looked at Charlie in amazement. She had been feeling the same way, but had been too shy to say anything. She knew he was rite. She swallowed and wet her lips before speaking. " I would like that Charlie. I think I would like very much to get to know you more." Charlie smiled in relief.
Charlie drove straight to London. He told her that if she wished she could have any of her things delivered overnight by wizard post. He gave her the number, and she called them after she called her old roommate asking her to pack her few remaining possessions, and to send her cat Gonzo. Charlie showed her around the flat, and showed her, her room. Valerie smiled. Charlie wished he had had time to straiten up before inviting her to move in. Charlie said goodnight and headed for bed. He would need to take her shopping for special equipment if she was going to be his assistant. She had jumped at the chance when he had offered it to her. That meant an early morning to get out and about before the streets got too crowded. He had a restless sleep.
