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A fond shift overcame the subtle expression in her brow, and she grinned. “Ah, unfortunately not. I haven’t really played since leaving school. Your brother accused me of joining the Tutshill bandwagon,” Cho added with a crinkle of her nose, “but I set him straight. Told him I’d been a true fan since I was a kid.”
Cho was surprised that she’d ever been scared of talking to Charlie Weasley. Perhaps it was because he was a slight amount older than her, and she had only known him while he was in his graduating class, further adding to the fact she had revered him and his skill. (She still did, in fact, only this time, she was amazed by his compassion with dragons.)
She eased into laughter; Cho nodded and could picture the lovely image in her mind. “Charlie Weasley can handle several of the world’s most fearsome dragons all at once but can’t handle a little old lady.” She laughed again, this time rubbing her tired eyes. “But an Animagi, huh? Well, if that were feasible in the near future, what animal would you hope to be?”
Cho waited with a small smile, as if she already knew the answer.
"Ah, must be Ron, right? He’s obsessed with all the Quidditch teams and whether one can be called a ‘true’ fan or not." He gave a roll of his eyes, though he was more fond of his little brother than he would admit out loud, even with Ron’s more than often rude behaviour. "I’d say I support the Tornados as well, but I think that a certain friend of mine and Beater of the Harpies would kill me." Of course it was an exaggeration, and he was in fact a supporter of the single Quidditch team with only females. They were simply quite good - and secretly, he didn’t want to call his best friend’s wrath upon him.
"A little old lady?" The dragonologist raised both his voice and eyebrows. "I’ve never seen a woman with such a temper towards a tiny freckled poor young ginger." It was easy for him to go along with Cho’s jesting and he made no attempt to react more serious than necessary.
Her question was answered almost immediately. “It’d be great to be a dragon, of course. But only a handful of wizards is known to have a fantastical animal as a Patronus…” Charlie pondered, a light frown resting on his brows again. “What about you? Would you want to be an Animagi?”
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"Is that so?" Of course she wasn’t buying it, but there was no point in giving a detention for something she didn’t have proof of. "Bien, then you should probably steer clear from this place to avoid accusation."
With a light frown, he crossed his arms stubbornly. “Well, I do have to do my homework for Care of Magical Creatures. Since I wasn’t able to join the class last week - little Quidditch accident - I couldn’t make a proper drawing of a Bowtruckle, so I have to find one somewhere if I want to get a good grade.”
Charlie was rather cheeky in Hogwarts. He soon picked up the status of being an excellent Seeker, and the reputation that came with it. Being one of the better known and more popular kids, he thought he could easily get away with sassy and sometimes even rude behaviour. As soon as he became Prefect, he started to act a bit more mature. However, nowadays [in the main verse], he still sometimes reflects that smart-mouthed attitude, e.g. by showing off if he is playing Quidditch or reacting a tad arrogant on compliments on his skill with animals or flying.
The unstable building in which Charlie was scavenging for supplies was not comforting on its own, but when the inhuman noises joined the squeaking of the old wooden floor, the situation became a nightmare.
He looked up from behind the fallen desk: the roll of tape in his hands seemed utterly irrelevant now. As quietly as he could, he slipped the office supply in his pocket and pulled out his gun. He’d rather not shoot, to save ammunition and avoid attracting a stampede of zombies.
Yet, it seemed he had little choice. There were only two ways out of the room: the door through which he had just come and from which the grunts and screams emitted, or the window, several feet high and just as lethal if he’d be forced to jump.
Either way, he was screwed, he pondered quietly. Perhaps he could sneak by the infected, but sticking to the shadows wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. Sky blue eyes hovered above the desk, hoping that something would draw the zombies away. He already reached out to a broken vase nearby, thinking of using it as a distraction.
Hermione was, to say the least, very surprised to see the eldest Weasley child standing before her. What was he doing at Hogwarts? How did he even know Hermione? She was quite certain Charlie had no idea who she was. They hardly ever spoke and only ever saw each other at the Weasley’s house on certain occasions.
"Er.. of course," she said a bit nervously. He was much older and looked a little rough, but maybe that was because of all the dragons he worked with.
"What brings you here to Hogwarts?"
He sat down on the bench opposite her, glancing around but not able to catch a glimpse of his younger brother. Perhaps Ron had already eaten. He filled his plate with every bit of vegetarian food available, having the famous Weasley love for food.
"Oh, Hagrid needed some help." He acknowledged, politely swallowing the spoonful of mashed potatoes before he spoke again. "There’s a problem with his ehm.. a friend of his." Charlie was not sure whether Hermione knew about Aragog, nor was he sure whether he was supposed to speak of the rather illegal giant arachnid. "He sent me an owl last week - whether I had some time. Supposed I could at least try and help him out." The ginger explained.
Dragons! - I’m sorry, easily distracted / I share Charlie’s love for dragons. Anyway. We haven’t interacted IC yet, but I have spoken to you ooc a few times. I love how you sometimes show up randomly in my inbox with one of the lovely things you’ve found and share with me <3 . They really make my day. I don’t know you all that well, but you seem pretty cool! You’ve been really kind and nice to me at least ^^ .
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Seriously. I doubt I’ve ever met anyone who is as kind, loving and caring as her. She really is a little ray of sunlight in my life! I don’t even know what to say else: she means a lot to me and if you read this, I might not always express it properly because I suck with words and all that, but you’re totally awesome and I love you, m’kay? She’s got one of the best developed OC’s I’ve ever met and I love how she keeps exploring her character and the relationships with other characters. It’s amazing. I also love the chemistry between Charlie and Vie. *nods* ]]