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Tweak says, "Smoof, smoof and piddly Proust"

S. Kettleburn (jawsthatbite) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-06-07 17:53:00

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charlie weasley, merlin

WHO: Charlie Weasley and Merlin
WHAT: Dog walking and distracting conversations
WHERE: The Park
WHEN: This afternoon
RATING: Low to start with
STATUS: Incomplete

Charlie was strolling through the park, two huge dogs bounding along beside him. He'd lasted quite a while before he'd caved and started filling his flat with animals. Back at the Burrow he hadn't gone a day without dragging some animal into the kitchen and facing his Mother's wrath, and his place in Romania had only been spared the four-legged invasion because of the dragon preserve's presence. The German Shepherd and the Golden Labrador currently play-fighting on the grass hadn't quite managed to fill the dragon-shaped hole inside him, but they went a little way. Anyway, with everything that was going on he welcomed the distraction two dogs that mildly resembled small horses brought. Things were going mad, people were dying - thankfully nobody Charlie was close to but with the mood like it was that hardly seemed to matter - and it was so like it had been before that it put him on edge.

Lost in thought, the second-eldest Weasley glanced away for a moment, squinting against the sun as he peered across the grassy park. The animals took that way to bolt away, bounding joyfully over the grass without a care in the world.

"HEY!" Charlie scowled and sprinted after the two giant pets. A moment later he was grabbing them both by the scruff of the neck and dragging them away from where they were sniffing and pawing curiously at the whoever had the bad fortune to catch their attention. Charlie let out a breath through flared nostrils, shaking red hair from his eyes and giving the stranger an apologetic look. "Sorry." He winced, still gripping tight to the two animals, although they'd stilled enough to look up at him reproachfully. "They got away from me."

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jawsthatbite
2011-06-09 12:29 pm UTC (link)

"I... what?" Charlie looked confused, pulling his gaze back from watching the dogs bounding over the park. What did he mean, they let him? "They just... they're animals. They don't really argue back. It's like breeding... dogs. You know... If dogs were as big as houses and breathed fire and flew and were a million times cooler and whatever."

He was suddenly intrigued. What were dragons like where Merlin came from if he thought he needed permission from the dragons themselves? It almost sounded like they were conscious, attentive beings. Was that even possible? And there was only one! The idea of that killed Charlie a little bit. Suddenly, he felt a little uneasy of his boss at the stables.

Turning, he laughed as a branch snapped off a tree and went spinning off in mid-air, the pets tearing after it overexcitedly. He was watching Merlin do magic. This was mental. Brilliant, but mental.

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magicalsecrets
2011-06-09 02:14 pm UTC (link)

"Oh. Kilgharrah argues back with me, and talks in riddles half the time." He supposed it was probably best Charlie's dragons weren't like his. He imagined more then one dragon flying off spouting cryptic prophecies to all the people it met - It almost made him wonder if that's what happened with Uther. The idea of the king meeting a dragon who told him what a tyrant he'd become, probably laughing all the while, getting Uther angry enough to want to hunt them all down - it was almost a funny thought.

"But no - he's not anything like a big dog, that's for sure." Merlin smiled and shrugged, laughing a little as the dogs caught the branch briefly before he sent it flying again in another direction. "I guess he's sort of my friend. A giant, annoying fire-breathing friend who sometimes gives terrible advice."

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jawsthatbite
2011-06-09 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Charlie’s eyebrows had vanished up towards his hairline as Merlin spoke. If it wasn’t mad enough that he was having a casual conversation with Merlin, he was telling him he was mates with a talking dragon with questionable agony aunt skills. Although Charlie suspected that if anyone could say that it’d be Merlin. He was Merlin, after all. And he really needed to let that go before he turned into some kind of star-struck, pathetic idiot. Charlie shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing back from where he’d been watching the dogs.

“It’d probably make my job a hell of a lot easier if you could have a normal chat with the dragons,” he commented. “Apart from roaring and biting.” Then his brow crumpled as he corrected himself, “Although I’ve never been a fan of riddles, so maybe not.” He offered a small smile, pushing crimson hair from his eyes. It really needed a cut – if he carried on without bothering he’d end up with looking like Bill, and he really didn’t have the whole tall-with-an-earring thing going on to pull that off.

“And what’s a Dragon Lord?”

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magicalsecrets
2011-06-10 01:25 am UTC (link)

"Not really. If they had the attitude of Kilgharrah you wouldn't have much of a job at all." He answered once Charlie shook himself out of his shock and awe. Smiling all the while. It was interesting to find someone who liked dragons, who had experience with them.

"Someone who can talk to and command dragons." That was all Merlin knew about it, so it was the only explanation he had to offer. His father had died before he had the chance to really tell him anything more then that. If the dragon knew anything more then that he didn't share it with him.

"If I tell Kilgharrah to do something he has to obey." Merlin added with a little shrug. It wasn't something he did often.

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