Who: Charlie and Oliver What: Late night walks When: Tuesday night Where: Muggle Derbyshire Rating: PG but may change
So this may have finally pushed Josef’s last button. When he told the man he was taking the night to go on a long moonlit walk with his friend Oliver, the man gave him a sideways look and raised his arms as if to say “Please do NOT continue.” It did the job of having his boss ask no further questions, but Charlie was certain the man would never look at him the same way again. Perhaps he should have thought about all possible connotations of his statement before opening his mouth. But Percy was the thoughtful one in the family, not Charlie. That would have made life too simple for his mother.
But as requested by his Quidditch-obsessed friend, Charlie headed to a muggle village and waited at the park in the darkness of the swing set. It was probably a little startling to find a full-grown man on the swings at just about midnight, but it was a lot less creepy than him wandering the streets. Like he was going to be doing.
What in Merlin’s name was Oliver all about?
Charlie hadn’t bothered changing out of his clothes from earlier in the day. He smelled a bit singed but aside from the obsessive amount of dirt and soot all over his ripped jeans and leather (he refused to wear dragon skin) boots, nothing said ‘Wizard’ about him. He just looked like a homeless creeper.