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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-05 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sometimes he wonders if his desire to chase dragons was a lingering childhood escape mechanism, if growing up under the threat of He Who Must Not Be Named left any scars on his psyche, if spending the first decade or so of his life constantly worried that someone might come and murder his family for being blood traitors meant all he wanted was to get away and hide out in the forest where nobody could find him.

One morning, when he was home for Christmas and had spent half the night awake with nightmares lingering, he'd been sitting in the kitchen near dawn and Hermione had appeared at his elbow; they'd sat together at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and not really chatting about much of consequence for so long that when she'd suggested he try seeing a therapist, he'd been floored.

A therapist? For what?

No. He's fine. He's got a good life and he's happy with it, and all that unpleasantness is in the past where it belongs.

Right now, he has other things to focus on, like the tickling of her hair against his arm as Luna leans back, the gentle lilt of her voice as she rambles on about her life post-Hogwarts. Post-war. Post-fear.

He has to resist the urge to turn his wrist and fiddle with her hair. ]


Yeah, my brother Percy is still with the Ministry. I could never do what he does. [ He shudders theatrically, wanting to make her smile again. ] I think you have the right of it, love. You're young yet, you've all the time in the world to decide.
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-05 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs at her impression of him, loud and uninhibited, like she'd really done something special and not just mocked him for feeling his age.

One would think, maybe, that getting teased on and off his whole life would make him a little more sensitive to the subject, but the opposite has been true. Growing up with Fred and George dogging his every steps meant Charlie had to grow a thick skin in sheer self-defense, and Luna's gentle mimicry was hardly insulting. He's certainly had much worse. ]


Too right! [ he laughs, giving in to the urge and tweaking her braid where it lies right beside his hand. ] I am wise and old, and I feel it every time I have to stand up from a crouch.

[ He finishes his glass of tsipouro and pours himself another, tilting the glass gently this way and that to watch the clear liquor slide along the edges. ] I am happy where I am. And you seem fairly happy where you are, too. You really do look well, Luna.
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-06 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He grins at her. ] It's my joints more than anything else. My poor knees, the damage they've seen.

[ He shifts himself slightly to make more room for her as she adjusts herself on her seat, pulling up both legs to tuck them under her, her knee winding up pressed solidly into his thigh when she settles down. He doesn't move his chair away, or even remove his arm from the back of hers, leaving them sitting quite close, nearly tucked in against each other.

It's just that the bar is so crowded, see, and they'd have to shout to be heard over the music and general hubbub of conversation if they sat farther apart. That's all. ]


Goodness, your first time? Really? [ Sometimes he forgets that most people, even wizards, barely leave their city — going to Hogwarts doesn't count, obviously — for most of their lives. Weasleys have lived in Ottery St. Catchpole for coming up to hundreds of years now; theirs is a culture steeped in tradition and routine. Taking off and traveling the world in service to a career that offers absolutely no certainty and security is definitely not the norm. ] Then I'm doubly glad to have run into you.

[ Her pink cheeks are very fetching, making her eyes look that much bluer as she blinks at him, earnest and serious in the way he's started to understand is just her default. ] I don't mind it so much, [ he admits slowly, frowning a little. ] It does sometimes make me think I'm about to get a dressing-down, though. Charles Gideon Weasley, you stop that this minute! [ he warbles, mimicking his mother's higher tones. ]
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-06 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Charlie had been lucky with most of his international trips, in that they've almost entirely been funded by work and he's just been able to tack on some sight-seeing along the way. Case in point, tonight.

It also probably helps that Charlie's idea of sight-seeing tends to veer towards the 'tramping through the wilderness' end of things and not so much the 'visiting museums and tarted-up tourist attractions' one. ]


I appreciate it, though I don't think you're in too much danger of that.

[ Charlie does pull back a little when one of Luna's friends swoops in to half-shout in her ear, making room for the two of them and accidentally catching the eye of one of his own colleagues in the process. Jiří grins at him, lifting his eyebrows in a way that Charlie knows from experience means he's fighting back an inappropriate comment, and Charlie finds himself scowling at him from across the table, taking advantage of Luna's distraction to make a rude gesture at him with the hand he doesn't have draped behind her shoulders. A burst of laughter, the soft brush of air as Luna's friend leaves, and then it's just the two of them again, and Charlie firmly turns his attention back to the girl sat beside him and studiously ignores the men who came in with him.

Miraculously, no other comments are forthcoming. ]


You sure you don't want ice cream? [ Charlie is happy with his liquor and tapas, but that doesn't mean he needs to monopolize Luna for the whole night, no matter how pleasant it's been so far and how warm and lazy the alcohol is making him feel. Luna's off on her first international trip. She should be out enjoying it with friends. ]
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-06 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Glancing over at the rest of the group, Charlie doesn't quite smile at the sight of his colleagues and Luna's sneaking their hands over to nab some of the food from the platters left out, but his expression does soften somewhat, and he hums in response to her comments.

Truthfully, Charlie could probably eat a lot more, and keep drinking. But he probably shouldn't. ]


I never had much of a sweet tooth... [ Not necessarily true, but true enough for now. He might change his mind if he got to see some baklava out on offer, the honey oozing from each slice, freshly-toasted pistachios poised on the cusp of tumbling off the glistening flakes of pastry.

...Maybe he does have more of a sweet tooth than he realized. ]
Wouldn't mind a bit of a walk, though.
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-07 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Charlie's worked with some people who are happy to just unearth a fistful of coins and leave them on the table whenever something needs to be paid for, blissfully unconcerned with correct amounts or the current conversion rates, but he was raised by Molly Weasley in the midst of a war and is currently employed in a career that is emotionally fulfilling at best, but hardly exactly lucrative.

He and Luna sort through the coins in his palm until they've acquired the correct amount to be passed over, and then he adds in an extra lepta just to be polite, before pocketing the rest and squaring his shoulders to barge his way through the crowd to make for the exit.

At some point, he reaches behind him to reach for Luna's hand, clasping warm fingers around her to make sure she's being towed in his wake and they don't get separated. Once they make it outside, he lets her go, shoving his hands in his pockets and trying not to focus on the lingering warmth in his palm. ]


Oh, we've some tents set up outside the city. [ Hardly the most glamorous of accommodations, but Charlie's happy enough with them. They don't let in the rain or the wind, and they're surprisingly spacious inside; he's slept in worse places. ] What about you lot?
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[personal profile] exardescere 2022-04-10 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's not the tallest of his siblings — the indignity of having his baby brother tower over him by nearly six inches having long ago ceased to sting — Charlie is nonetheless one of the quickest on foot, having perfected the skill of striding with purpose and determination with the air of a Bludger on a mission that makes people leap out of his way. When he's not paying attention, he tends to slip into that way of walking no matter where he is, cheerfully barreling his way through an empty forest and the crowds of Diagon Alley alike.

With Luna at his side, the way he's walking is all he can pay attention to, since the path they're taking isn't particularly wide, and the way Luna has her hands in the pockets of her jacket makes her elbows poke out enough that they brush against him every other step.

He has a bizarre urge to offer her his arm or something equally ridiculous. She's the one of the two of them that has any idea where they're going. ]


Most of them are just regular tents, [ he admits, shrugging with his hands still jammed in the pockets of his jeans. ] Hermione's fixed mine up for me, though, don't tell the others. She's a real gem, that girl. I've told Ron if he ever fucks it up and they split that I'd marry her just to keep her in the family.