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When: February 18, 2004
Who: Asher Bradley, Charlie Weasley
Where: Charlie's cottage
Private/Public: Private
Rating: None, possibly some swearing
Summary: Two heads are better than one
Continued from here.
Charlie's head whipped around as he heard someone call his name from the lounge and he nearly dropped his cup of tea on the floor. He stepped from the kitchen into the lounge and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Asher.
"Asher, you look like hell," he said as he walked over to his friend, urging him into the lounge. "Tea? Or something stronger?" He automatically took the Auror's coat and hung it on the hooks by the door. As he turned around to head for the kitchen he suddenly stopped.
Asher was the first person he spoke to all day. At the shop he had remained quiet, just shuffling in, getting the stuff, paying and shuffling out. "Why?" he asked softly. "Does anybody know why?"
He had to do something with his hands so he wandered to the kitchen muttering to himself about making tea. He turned around after putting the kettle on to see if Asher actually followed him - he wasn't making sense in his own head. The biggest question he still couldn't answer for himself was why these two deaths had hit him so hard.
"I'm not making sense am I?" he asked as he leaned against the sink. "I think this just reminds me so much of Fred's death. I'm not sure what to think."
"Asher, you look like hell," he said as he walked over to his friend, urging him into the lounge. "Tea? Or something stronger?" He automatically took the Auror's coat and hung it on the hooks by the door. As he turned around to head for the kitchen he suddenly stopped.
Asher was the first person he spoke to all day. At the shop he had remained quiet, just shuffling in, getting the stuff, paying and shuffling out. "Why?" he asked softly. "Does anybody know why?"
He had to do something with his hands so he wandered to the kitchen muttering to himself about making tea. He turned around after putting the kettle on to see if Asher actually followed him - he wasn't making sense in his own head. The biggest question he still couldn't answer for himself was why these two deaths had hit him so hard.
"I'm not making sense am I?" he asked as he leaned against the sink. "I think this just reminds me so much of Fred's death. I'm not sure what to think."