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dh_charlie (dh_charlie) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-04-19 15:38:00

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april 2008, charlie weasley, lavender brown, owl

Owl: To Lavender Brown
Date and Time: April 19th, 2008 - midday
Characters: Charlie Weasley, Lavender Brown
Location: In the skies
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: Aloof! Charlie
Summary: Charlie owls Lavender to ask her something non-medical, non-Penelope related
Completion: InComplete

"Hey Red! What y're tryin' to write there?"

Charlie flushed a deep red and hid the piece of parchment and quill protectively away from Smith. The other man's real name was Francis, and you only called him that if you wanted a black eye. Frank would have been the logical alternative, but there was already a Frank on the reserve and when you were dealing with dragons, you didn't want much confusion when you were calling after someone during a lock down.

"Nuthin. Don't you have something to do?" Charlie snapped back with a glare.

Smith bit into the apple he had in his hand and gave the other dragon keeper a shit-arse grin. "Nope. Thought you'd be interested in heading into town for a pint," he offered, craning his head to the parchment that was hidden behind Charlie's back.

"Yeah, just give me a sec alright? I'm...busy."

"So I see. Got some sweetheart? That a love letter?"

Charlie glared, though his ears were red with embarrassment since the letter he was writing could be construed as romantic.

"Actually, I'm writing home to my mother. And if you'll go and bugger off I can finish and you can buy me that pint."

Smith backed off when he heard that Charlie was actually writing home to Molly Weasley. Since Molly's reputation got around all of the British Isles for being the one to kill Bellatrix Lestrange, most didn't tease the Weasley siblings too much about how their mother was tight with her apron strings.

"Ah - well tell her 'lo from me, yeah? I'll be at the main house when you're ready," Smith told Charlie and bite off another large bite of the apple before tossing the rest towards a nearby field where no doubt another animal would find home for it in its stomach.

"Yeah - will do," Charlie muttered, his eyes lowered. It wasn't until he was sure that no one else was around that he finished off his letter to Lavender Brown.
He read over what he had written already, feeling stupid and foolish. He sounded like an absolute toad.

Dear Lavender:

Once again thank you for all that you did for Penelope while she was in your care. Every day Penelope grows stronger and stronger and her magical abilities have nearly fully come back. She couldn't have wanted for a better healer.

I'm not writing, though, about my friend. I was actually curious if you were interested in perhaps meeting for a drink. Or dinner. Or Lunch. However your schedule will allow. I know you must be a very busy witch.

I hope you enjoyed the crocuses in my last owl. It isn't often we see them on the reserve and wanted to share them with you.

Looking forward to hearing from you,
Charlie Weasley

"She's going to think I'm nutters," Charlie muttered to the owl he attached the letter to and sighed as the creature flew off. A sudden wave of panic and the image of Lavender laughing at his note went through is mind. Charlie jerked to grab his wand, but the owl flew out of sight.

"Shite. Well, too late now."

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dh_lavender
2008-04-19 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Lavender was fluttering about her little flat, cleaning the muggle way. Sure a flick of her wand would have it done much quicker, but she found on days like these, that sometimes she liked to clean manually. It gave her something to do with her hands to keep herself occupied when she couldn’t focus enough to read. She didn’t need to be focused to clean. A knock at her window called her attention to an owl that she didn’t recognize. She opened the window, allowing the creature in. She offered it one of Hyacinth’s treats, and it offered her a letter. Lavender immediately scanned down, looking for a name, and sank down at the table. Charlie. She smiled and her eyes immediately flicked to the flowers in question. She’d dried them, and now they hung upside down near the window. Her smile widened into a grin as she read the note. She rummaged around until she found a piece of parchment and a quill, gnawing on the end as she contemplated her response.

Dear Charlie,
I am so pleased to hear from you, and glad to hear that Penelope is doing well. I’m sure you’re taking good care of her whether she likes it or not.

Yes, the flowers were lovely, thank you again. I enjoyed them very much, and I’m actually rather flattered that you chose to share them with me.

I would love to meet you for dinner, or a drink, or lunch. I’m free tonight? But that’s probably too short notice. I’ll also be free most of Thursday, and next Saturday evening. Do any of those fit into your busy schedule?

All my best,
Lavender

She wasn't entirely happy with it, but she tied it to the owl's leg and sent it on it's way, knowing that if she didn't do it now, she never would. Smiling to herself, Lavender couldn't seem to get herself interested in cleaning again.

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dh_charlie
2008-04-20 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Charlie had received the response from Lavender back while he was still out with Smith at the local wizard pub the keepers from the reserve went to on their nights off. Smith had raised an eyebrow when Charlie just stuffed the parchment adorned with feminine handwriting into the pocket of his robes - and Charlie glared back with a look that challenged Smith to say anything about it.

Later that evening, sitting down at the table in his own cabin, Charlie pulled out Lavender's reply back to him and stared at it for a long moment before actually opening it. He was honest to gods, actually scared of what she had written back. If Oliver or Penelope saw him now, they'd surely take the piss out of him until they were bent over and barely breathing from laughter.

He didn't have to worry about Lavender saying no, he soon discovered and a bright grin made the corner of Charlie's eyes crinkle when he read her letter. He frowned, however, at the thought that he missed the opportunity to spend time with her this evening instead of listening to Smith bitch and moan about how little attention he was getting from Rachel - one of the few female dragon keepers on the reserve. Charlie wasn't the only one who had told Smith that he was barking up the wrong tree, so to speak, but of course Smith wouldn't listen. Not that Rachel couldn't handle herself if he got out of line anyhow.

Lavender,

Wonderful to hear that you're doing well - and that you enjoyed the flowers.

I have this Thursday evening off from my keeper duties, if that would suit? We can meet at the Leaky and then go from there.

Cheers,
Charlie

It took Charlie until well after midnight for him to relax so he could get some sleep, he was that wound up at the thought of meeting Lavender at the end of the week.

At 3:14 a.m. he jolted right of sleep with a thought.

Dear gods...this is a date, isn't it?!

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dh_lavender
2008-04-24 05:00 pm UTC (link)

Lavender yawned widely as she busied herself getting ready for her early shift. It was …oh approximately ridiculous-o’clock in the morning, and her shift was set to start entirely too soon. Brushing by Hyacinth on her way to the kitchen to start the kettle for a nice, caffeinated cup of tea, she gave the owl a gentle stroke. On the way back out, tea in hand, that struck her as odd. Hyacinth didn’t like her. She was not a friendly owl, and usually didn’t stand for such niceties. Lavender looked curiously, and only then did she notice that Hyacinth was not alone. There was another owl perched there with her, and she was playing nicely with it. Very odd indeed. “I’m sorry love,” Lavender said softly to the new owl, removing the note from the creature’s leg, and offering both owls a treat. Reading the note, she smiled, and gnawed on her lower lip a little.

Charlie,

Thursday evening at the Leaky will be perfect. I’ll be there. 7:30?

Until Thursday,
Lav

She took a deep breath, and smiled widely as she watched the owl fly away, disappearing from sight.

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