A/N: I wrote this a while ago, after reading the chapter on Flobberworms in Newt Scamander & the A-Z of Magizoology, by PixiePatronus. Somehow I don't think Ron would be the only Weasley brother to find Flobberworms a little too safe!
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October 1986
"Urgh, I definitely thought that care of magical creatures would be more interesting than this!" Nymphadora Tonks poked her Flobberworm with disdain.
Charlie nodded in agreement, flicking his finely shredded lettuce in the worm's direction. "You're right. Flobberworms are just so...safe! I thought I'd get to learn about dragons."
"You do know that this is a school, Charlie. They'd be mad to bring dragons onto the premises."
Her words made no difference. The glazed look on her friend's face told her she'd already lost him to an imaginary place where he got to spend all day looking after more dangerous beasts.
November 1994
Charlie felt a rush of warmth as he stepped through the doorway into the Three Broomsticks. It was good to be out of the biting cold. He broke into a grin as he spotted a brilliant head of pink hair sat over by the fire. As soon as she saw him, she stood up and catapulted herself into his arms.
"Dora!"
"Wotcher, Charlie!"
Dora let Charlie buy her a drink, then ushered him closer in her spot next to the flames.
She lowered her voice. "So is it true, are you really here for the Triwizard Tournament?"
"And you said there would never be dragons at Hogwarts." He winked at her.
"Ha! You never thought it would be true either. Still, it's a good excuse to see you."
He grinned.
"How's training going?"
She pulled a face. "I seem to have a problem with stealth and tracking."
He snorted.
"Now why doesn't that surprise me?"
