Day 6, HP, Charlie/Neville, It doesn't show signs of stopping Title: It doesn't show signs of stopping Author: kaellite Fandom: HP Pairing: Charlie/Neville Rating: PG Warnings: Fluff? Song fic?
Summary: Charlie hates blizzards, or does he?
These stories are based on characters and situations created and owned by:
Harry Potter: JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. " No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
He was up before dawn.
Arthur sat futilely as all the outdoor chores and storm preparations were done for him by his son. When he was called inside for lunch, said son apparated to Hogsmeade and then it was just a quick juant to Hagrid's hut.
An afternoon rounding up Hagrid's study aids should have tired him, but he was still restless as he headed back to the cottege.
Wood needed to be chopped, and mindless of the severly dropping temperature, he doffed his shirt and set to work. There was much to be said for doing some things without aid of magic, though the occasional warming charm did help.
Finally, the wind picked up and the flakes began to blow about him, and the ever darkening sky closed in, and he was forced inside.
Inside where the snow blind conditions of the Blizzard that was rapidly encrouching on them would force him to stay.
Inside, where he would be restless and aching.
Inside, where...
the scent of Beef Stew simmering in red wine caught his attention. Scanning the room, he looked for the other man, his eyes taking in the popcorn maker next to the fire as well as the tin of kernals. Smiling as Neville slipped the still unbottoned shirt off his freckled torso, there was definitely something to be said for doing some things without magic.
Later raising his head from his feast by the fire, the stew still untouched, Charlie looked out the window at the storm and changed his mind.