Author's Note: This one's a bit short, but hopefully still enjoyable :) And there's a date mentioned; forgive me, I have no idea if it's accurate.The prompt was "Broomstick".

Lifts really were interesting places sometimes. Not everyday, not on the days when they took forever to move anywhere or just wouldn't open their doors, despite the fact they were blatantly on your floor. But sometimes, when those doors finally do open, you find the most interesting on the other side. Amelia Bones was waiting for a lift to take her down to the Atrium. It was lunch time at the Ministry of Magic and she had decided that it was a good idea to go out and get some fresh air. There were times, she had to admit, when she missed being a field agent; it was a lot safer in her office, but the walls did have a tendency to close in sometimes.

Her fingers were tapping against her side as she waited, playing out the notes to some song she'd forgotten the name of. It was strange, she reflected, the things one did remember and the things one didn't. As the lift arrived, and the doors opened, Amelia, for a second, thought she saw someone she did remember, someone from a long time ago. Her breath stopped in her throat as she saw the golden-red hair and the bright blue eyes. But she soon realized her mistake, though the person was one who was known to her.

"Charlie Weasley," Amelia said, as she stepped onto the lift.

The young man turned his head and smiled politely.

"Yes, Ma'am," he nodded, "Do we know each other?"

Amelia shook her head.

"No, no," she said, "I'm just an old connection from a time gone by. Amelia Bones."

She held out her hand. Charlie ran his eyes up and down her and then accepted.

"I know the name," he admitted jovially, "though I can't say I know the connection."

"It's of no importance," Amelia said.

She surveyed the wizard; he had not changed much since she had last seen him, though he did look more grown up.

"Charlie Weasley," she said again, "You know, the last time I saw you was at a Hogwarts Quidditch final, diving off a broomstick."

Charlie grinned. "Quidditch fan?" he asked.

"Of course," Amelia replied, "And I was very excited because you were supposedly going to be joining the Lancashire team for the next season. That's my team."

"Yeah, well, my brother was threatening to kill me," Charlie joked, "He supports the Chudley Canons."

"I couldn't be more sorry."

"And I had to go off chasing dragons," Charlie added.

Amelia raised an eyebrow.

"I'd always wondered what happened."

"Really?" Charlie said, chuffed, "The basic storyline is that I got to spend a month in Romania before my training began, working at a Dragon Sanctuary and, well, I didn't want to leave. I'm only over here now for the Triwizard Tournament."

"Ah, yes, I'd heard there was going to be some fiery new students at Hogwarts," Amelia smiled, "I suppose you've been filling out the paperwork."

"My least favourite part of the job," Charlie said.

The lift stopped at the Atrium and both witch and wizard stepped out onto the black floor. Amelia was about to say goodbye, when Charlie opened his mouth, a look of dawning understanding on his face.

"I know where I've seen you before," he said slowly.

Surprised, Amelia signaled for him to continue.

"In a photo album, at home," Charlie explained, "I can't remember exactly what for. A class or something. It's with my uncle, Fabian."

A small, sad smile broke out on Amelia's face, her eyes glistening.

"There you go," she said, "Auror Training Program, class of '68."

"You knew him well?" Charlie asked.

"He was my partner," Amelia answered.

Her partner in more ways than she cared to explain to an almost stranger in the entrance place of the establishment that eventually helped to claim his life.

"It was nice to meet you, Ms Bones," Charlie said.

"Like wise, Mr Weasley," Amelia said, shaking his hand again, "like wise."

As the red head walked away, Amelia wondered why she hadn't noticed the resemblance he bore to his uncle before. Same messy hair, same joking aura, similar bright blue eyes. Just similar. No eyes on the planet would ever come close to Fabian's. And Charlie had remembered her from a photograph, taken many, many years ago, during a time that even Amelia couldn't recall clearly. It was funny, what people remembered and what they didn't. She hadn't expected him to remember her from his christening or from his first birthday party, but the photo was definitely not where she would've put her money. And so, Amelia Bones went off to lunch, thinking about what a small world it was and reflecting on how lifts could be extremely interesting places. Sometimes.