[ Charlie's always had an easy affection to him, casual and carefree, and since he'd remembered who Luna was — the Lovegoods and the Weasleys lived so close together, after all, that it was impossible for them not to run into each other; the only real reason Charlie had needed the reminder was that Luna was his little brother's compatriot and not his own, plus he's spent a good half of his life trying to get out of Ottery St. Catchpole and can't remember the names of half the neighbor's children — it had been quite simple to widen his circle of of course we're friends to include her as well.
He hasn't quite tucked her away in the same corner of his mind that houses Ginny and Ron's and all their friends, more because he hasn't seen them interact much together than for any other reason, but that doesn't mean he won't treat her just the same.
He steals a chair and drags it over to insinuate himself beside her seat, casually introducing himself to the wizard he forces to scoot over with a grin and a firm handshake, before turning his attention back to Luna. ]
Ah, well. [ Her swiping a damp finger over his cheek makes him blink a little in surprise, but he doesn't withdraw or make a face, just holds still and lets her tidy him up. ] Surprisingly enough, I have a hard time pulling them off. Didn't want to embarrass myself in front of all your new friends.
[ He sticks his hand in the pocket of his well-worn jeans, spreading his knees a little to accommodate the stretch of denim across his thighs, and pulls out a Euro coin that he'd found and had intended to send home to his dad. Arthur has plenty of Muggle coins already, though, and Charlie would rather show off than send trinkets home to his father; he closes his palm around the coin and Transfigures it into a little silver and gold bell, the sort that's found on a fancy cat collar. Letting it jingle merrily in his palm as he waggles his hand, he flips it between his fingers and reaches up to tuck it behind her ear like he's picked a flower from the garden. ] You make it look very fetching, though.
[ One of the other dragonologists appears at his shoulder suddenly, a pint of beer in hand that he shoves in Charlie's direction. Accepting the proffered drink, he tears his attention away from Luna and instead sets to introducing his colleagues to the zoologists around the table, figuring since he knew the most people he might as well get the introductions out of the way now and let the alcohol on offer do the rest of the work for him.
After a somewhat chaotic few minutes of hand-shaking and laughing lessons in pronunciation, he lets his attention drift from the group at large and settle back on his countryman. Leaning in to be heard over the hubbub around them, he drapes his arm across the back of Luna's chair for balance and gestures down at her feet. ] I like your boots.
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He hasn't quite tucked her away in the same corner of his mind that houses Ginny and Ron's and all their friends, more because he hasn't seen them interact much together than for any other reason, but that doesn't mean he won't treat her just the same.
He steals a chair and drags it over to insinuate himself beside her seat, casually introducing himself to the wizard he forces to scoot over with a grin and a firm handshake, before turning his attention back to Luna. ]
Ah, well. [ Her swiping a damp finger over his cheek makes him blink a little in surprise, but he doesn't withdraw or make a face, just holds still and lets her tidy him up. ] Surprisingly enough, I have a hard time pulling them off. Didn't want to embarrass myself in front of all your new friends.
[ He sticks his hand in the pocket of his well-worn jeans, spreading his knees a little to accommodate the stretch of denim across his thighs, and pulls out a Euro coin that he'd found and had intended to send home to his dad. Arthur has plenty of Muggle coins already, though, and Charlie would rather show off than send trinkets home to his father; he closes his palm around the coin and Transfigures it into a little silver and gold bell, the sort that's found on a fancy cat collar. Letting it jingle merrily in his palm as he waggles his hand, he flips it between his fingers and reaches up to tuck it behind her ear like he's picked a flower from the garden. ] You make it look very fetching, though.
[ One of the other dragonologists appears at his shoulder suddenly, a pint of beer in hand that he shoves in Charlie's direction. Accepting the proffered drink, he tears his attention away from Luna and instead sets to introducing his colleagues to the zoologists around the table, figuring since he knew the most people he might as well get the introductions out of the way now and let the alcohol on offer do the rest of the work for him.
After a somewhat chaotic few minutes of hand-shaking and laughing lessons in pronunciation, he lets his attention drift from the group at large and settle back on his countryman. Leaning in to be heard over the hubbub around them, he drapes his arm across the back of Luna's chair for balance and gestures down at her feet. ] I like your boots.