Charlie stared at Ron blankly. Then he laughed. He couldn't help it! This was too awkward not to be hilarious. Still, Charlie struggled to make a very serious face. "Right. Exactly. Moving on." Moving on, please.
He thought about it. "I don't know actually. I just got them done. Kinda forgot to ask about the what comes next part."
He hesitated for a moment. He had told Kingsley, who had stopped by before, that this was the first time after his parents death that he had fought in a battle. It felt different; he felt like he had a heavy responsibility now to protect his younger siblings and keep them safe. He had a memory of their mother fighting Bellatrix Lestrange. It would be his job now to keep someone away from his sister (or brothers). He thought back to last night and the clear as day image of a redheaded Weasley under attack and how all he could think about was their safety.
He looked at Ron, wondering if he should confess that. He was the older brother. Protectors don't unburden their souls, do they? "I really screwed up," Charlie decided to say. "I think it was Gin, but it could have been George, one of us who was shorter, and I saw them in trouble and I just ran to help without thinking for a split second on how to keep me safe. Didn't even cross my mind." He laughed a little, though it wasn't a funny ha ha laugh. It was sad somehow. "Like Mum, I guess, leaping in against Bellatrix." He mimicked their mother's facial expression and voice and said, "You bitch!" Another laugh, this one more amused, a little awed. He still couldn't believe his mum had said bitch! In front of everyone and Merlin!