was that really CHARLIE WEASLEY? it’s been a long time since that PUREBLOOD wore the GRYFFINDOR colours around the halls of hogwarts. i suppose the whispers of muggleborns swearing they saw ALEX SAXON were about them, which does make more sense. so tell me, is it true HE works as a DRAGONKEEPER? i suppose there’s no better way to make the most of their PATIENT and DETACHED nature. funny how time flies, i remember our first day and hogwarts and now they’re TWENTY-SEVEN years old.
Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscly, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.
charlie is reconsidering all his shit still, even though he was under order orders to stay in romania and scout for allies during his days off he realised really fucking quickly how much he’s missed. while the circumstances are not the same he still gets percy’s guilt of not being there.
he’s been returning for a few months at a time over the past two years, crashing at mates and his siblings’ houses/flats. he does some freelance work for the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures in attempting to rezone and protect wild dragons across england. he begrudges most of their methods and often just does what he thinks is best.
Charlie was darning a fireproof balaclava.
he was always pretty quiet as a little kid, helped molly with mending things, also insisted that he’d befriended the gnomes in the garden. some quick thinking from bill the summer before charlie’s first year meant that his left little finger that was bitten clean off by one of the little bastards was reattached easily enough.
goes drinking with hagrid in hogsmeade every time he’s back.
The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the other’s out of the air. Fred and George were cheering; Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety.
loves his siblings to bits but he knows they can take care of themselves and isn’t overbearingly protective, he won’t interfere but he’ll let them all know he’s there for them if they do need him.
he’s actually pretty clever and quite a laugh but he was always just very single minded about magizoology and of course, rather more specifically, dragons so his close mates and his family are the ones who mainly know this of him.
gets restless if he spends too long inside. is one of those people who suggest a gentle hike and you end up mountaineering then you’re suddenly doing actual fucking bouldering before you know it.
doesnt even acknowledge his name as charles, only exception to this rule being molly coming at him wielding a hair cutting charm.
so im really REALLY fuckin late huh sounds about right. this is rushed garbage but if you wanna plot at all hmu or like this if you’re feelin a bit shy and i’ll come to you!
As if it were even possible, if the aftermath of the war Bill had become more carefree, at the same time as becoming more protective. He often joked it was the wolf instincts, ignoring he’d never even changed and all it remained to be was cosmetic marks and a change in how he liked meat. But in the aftermath, he held his loved ones closer and let his own restraints down, it was his way of moving forward.
“On a scale of one to ten, how soon would I have to apparate to St Mungos if I drank a bottle of firewhiskey? Hypothetically, of course.”