Suddenly, his back was killing him, and Charlie wasn't at home, he was at work, pinned by a dragon's talon. He writhed at the pain, and he groped for his wand. Gotta hex its foot in the fleshy web between its toes to get it off of him.
Now Tonks was touching his shoulder. He had crashed into the stands at Hogwarts trying to execute his top secret new move, and there were splinters all over his back. I know it hurts, but try not to move. The team would be so furious at him: he let a Hufflepuff watch their practice, but she was his girlfriend and he loved her. Even though lately all they did was fight. Charlie was so good at being a leader in public, but in private, he could be so distant...
"I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling his eyes fill up, not from the overwhelming burning feeling of the potion working against the dark magic in his wounds. He opened his eyes for a second. Tonks looked like she had turned her hair dark; hadn't it been orange at breakfast? "I'm sorry I've been such a wanker, I'll do better. I'm sorry, Dora." She had to know he was sorry. Used his special name for her and everything.