InsaneJournal

Who: Charlie Weasley, Peter Pevensie (Open to Logan/Ed?)
What: Horse recapture.
Where: The stables, and around the wooded area of the park.
When: After this.
Rating: TBD.

Charlie had apparated to the stables about three minutes after Pete had messaged him, Bessie curled over his shoulders. The young dragon's pearly scales had lost the pink pinkish tinge they had had in the first week of her life, and her nose had cleared. She was now, in Charlie's completely biased opinion, a remarkably gorgeous example of a pedigree Antipodean Opaleye. Although that didn't mean she wasn't bloody hard work most of the time.

Charlie and Peter had taken over the running of the stables after Uther and Ygraine Pendragon had been sent back, with both their names on the business documents. It was lucky that Peter had been a good bit older when they had gone through all that, because Charlie very much doubted they'd have allowed it otherwise. No matter how many years Pete had been ruling as a king in another timeline.

But that in turn made them the joint owners of the dozen horses that were used for rides and treks and occasionally for training and teaching - all activities that were open to both local and non-local people. So Charlie couldn't understand why the doors of the stalls were all open and all but two animals appeared to have bolted off into the wooded area that surrounded the teaching squares and the wooden buildings of the stables themselves. It was ridiculous. He had noticed the sudden unpleasantness directed towards them from the locals, but what did they have against them?

With a sigh, Charlie deposited Bessie into one of the empty stables, chucking her a few pieces of raw steak before pulling the door shut behind him and bolting her in securely. At least she wasn't old enough to breathe fire yet, or they'd have an entirely different problem on their hands. Turning, Charlie moved through the building, peering hopelessly into each of the ten empty stalls until he finally came across Peter. The young man was waiting just outside the main doorway. The second oldest Weasley sighed and dragged his hair through thick red hair as he approached, feeling it spring back once he let go.

"Any luck?"