Charlie sighed. "We all hate that," he said. His eyebrows went up with Asher's warning. "Dark like what?" he asked, not sure he was going to like the answer.
He smiled at his friend. "One day she'll come back," he echoed. He felt sorry that Asher had lost one of his good friends to the Muggles, but the upside was he could still talk to her.
"I won't change - they must see the gore and blood and the suffering I went through," Charlie teased.
He laughed at Asher's chant. "At least its not 'brains' so I feel comforted." Soon they were seated at the table and munching away at food. He was glad to see Asher had some appetite.
After dinner and some light-hearted conversation Charlie put the dishes in the sink to soak and shooed his guest back to the couch. "So, just shoulders or your back too? That will determine if you get the couch or the bed."