WHO: Nora Dunne & Charlie Weasley
WHEN: Around ten in the evening.
WHERE: At the Dunne(-Weasley) household
WHAT: First proper talk since the breakup.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete.

Charlie sat on the sofa, staring at the journal on the coffee table before him. He had been carrying it with him ever since he got back; he had even kept an eye on what was going on in the journals, keeping the interaction on his part to a minimum. He didn't know what to say, so on most cases, he decided to say nothing. What was there to say? His mother was gone. Nothing could change that, nothing could make that horrible, desperate feeling go away. And there was Fleur in a coma which was as bad as Molly being dead, if not worse for the uncertainty of what was to happen next. He took some consolation in spending time with his daughters (and Nora, though their interaction was rather, for the lack of a better word, formal), while at the same time being with them was somewhat painful to him. It's never easy for a father to watch his children hurt, and not know what to do to make everything better.

It was getting late. Gwen was long asleep and Marly was sent to bed as well. Dorcas.. well, Dorcas had mostly kept her to herself since Molly's death. The usual optimistic, happy-go-lucky Dorcas had changed and it worried, or even scared to some extent, Charlie. She was taking this the worst, only speaking when spoken to and even then she kept her words to a minimum. Lotte and Gissy had retired to their room as well, leaving Charlie sit in the living room in silence.

Truth to be told, Charlie was tired. It wasn't because of lack of sleep, though Merlin knows his sleep was far from good these days. He was exhausted for the past month had been a pain with one thing after another crashing down on him. There had been a lot of false moves, quite a few were on his behalf, which made everything even worse. Charlie gave a deep sigh as one of the cats jumped on his lap to settle down for a nice nap.