"Wuh? Bluh?" Charlie made more such newly awake noises, but his grunts soon became a rough swear of pain as the owl that had been trying to stir him had resorted to nipping at his exposed knee. "Ow! Bloody bird."
He sat up quickly to try to dislodge the offending owl, but it hopped out of reach and then extended its leg, hooting softly and looking around the room like it was the most innocent bird in all the world. Charlie glared at it, but untied the bit of parchment nonetheless. Who the bloody fuck would be owling him at ungodly o'clock in the morning?
He was coming more awake as he unrolled it, and a thought lanced across his brain which suddenly made his blood run cold.
Ginny.
With a haste that bordered on desperation, he yanked the paper open so roughly that he almost tore it past readability. He scanned the words scribbled there, and then re-read them again, more slowly, so that it would actually make coherent sense. Fleur. Bar.
Oh.
The pieces began to fit together as Charlie pulled himself out of bed. The owl gave a disdainful hoot and flew away without waiting for a response. In a trice, he had managed himself both decent and rather clean and apparated to the bar. He entered in a hurry, but it didn't take very long to find his sister-in-law. He approached her at the bar, and had to keep from grinning at her poor plight. "Hi," he said. "One pop home, for the lovely Fleur?"