Wotcher again
Two chapters in one night? Of course, I couldn't begin a story and not even begin to delve into the plot. giggles
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At the wedding was when first he saw her. Bill and Fleur's wedding came in a whirl of French accents and altogether too many chores. Yet as the actual ceremony began he
spied her, how couldn't he? His profession called for an extremely keen eye and she was literally screaming for his attention with her bright yellow dress and large sunflower that
made her resemble a blonde nymph playing in the fields of gold. Her stark blue eyes, a strange glazed look playing on them, seemed to pop from her creamy pale face. They
trailed the details of the wedding lazily, not really looking at the people but more at the decorations until they landed with a sort of nonchalance on Charlie Wesley who happened
to be staring straight at her. He felt his overtly freckled face turn a soft shade of pink and ripped his eyes from her pink lips turned up into a smile. There were Veela cousins here,
pretty French girls and he still managed to find her. What was so special about her? She was just a normal British girl. That Veela over there had pale skin and pretty eyes and a
nice figure but… That girl had skin the color of the moon, blue eyes like the sea and a figure that made him do more than just blush. Charlie quickly turned his attention to his older
brother getting wed, trying to shake the soft blush from his cheeks. That girl, the girl with the sun in her hair, she couldn't be much older than Ginny. She was probably the same
age as a matter of fact. A sick feeling began bubbling up in his stomach, a strangeness he hadn't encountered before. Charlie twisted a forming frown into a smile for his brother,
for their family and set about erasing the girl's face from his mind. It proved to be a daunting task that even the large fields of Romania could not fix.
After the Grand Defeat of the Dark Lord, as it had come to be known when and if people talked of it, there was a swimming of celebrations wrought with great sadness.
Charlie greatly mourned the loss of his younger brother, he and the twins had been close playmates and teenage companions. Charlie spent a considerable amount of time back at
the Burrow after the Grand Defeat, helping out when he could but really just lending himself as a listener which he was always so good at. It had been months and months after
the defeat, close to being a year since the Grand Defeat. Charlie had managed to put off returning to Romania for a long time, happy that the dragons were behaving themselves
for once. It was a nice break as the chilly early months of the year made him spend his days outside.One such afternoon spread over the hills and through trees with bright sunlight
that warmed the flesh and a wind that snipped and bit at the skin. Charlie didn't really mind, wearing a sleeveless brown shirt with a long red and white striped scarf wrapped
around his neck many times. He had sneaked from the morning dishes and into the garden, a yard gnome bouncing off his leg as he glared down at it. He was left in relative peace
for a time, grabbing a piece of grass between his fingers as he sat down onto the chill grass. It was a nice spot in the sun that warmed him up quite nicely. With closed eyes against
the bright sun he could almost fall asleep. That was until a voice came from above him.
"You haven't been attacked by the momeraths have you?" The voice was a tad detached, but a pretty ringing of lilting notes. Charlie's eyes batted open and he looked up, the
sunlight streaming down and making him squint. The person standing above him was thin, with soft curves and long hair the color of the sunlight that outlined her body.
"Um… No." Charlie began, suddenly feeling his heart jump as the girl stepped from the harsh light and down next to him.
"I was worried for you." The girl said, spreading the lace blue skirt out around her as she sat. The girl with the sun in her hair was the same girl from the wedding, although aged
with maturity from the Defeat.
"Oh no. I work with dragons." Charlie began, a little softly. The girl tilted her head to one side as if thinking it over.
"Ron has spoken of you." The girl said, her voice high and airy. Charlie wasn't sure to think of her as simple minded or just distracted. Charlie only made a soft humming noise
and nodded his head.
"Watch out for the momeraths, alright?" The girl asked, moving to stand up. "I'm Luna Lovegood by the way." She said, offering a hand to him. Charlie turned
to her, finally, looking her in her crystal blue eyes. She didn't flinch from his sight (and he tried not to either) but only looked deep into his eyes.
"I'm Charlie Weasley." He said, taking her smooth pale hand into his large rough one, his heart beating wildly as the girl graced him with a smile and stood, walking to the Burrow
and away from him.
