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hopalongcharlie (hopalongcharlie) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Charlie had spent the usual rather raucous Christmas Day in a house full of Weasleys with a huge mess of family and presents and far too much food and drink. It had been a somewhat organised form of chaos since he was fairly young, no matter where Christmas had happened. When he was in Romaina he'd always been grateful for the community feel of the staff to make up for his lack of family. Less red hair, but a lot of the same affection.

He had come in rather late, full of both food and alcohol and had managed to stow away all of the leftovers his mother had pushed on him (he was convinced she had been overestimating and ensuring leftovers for so long that it got a little worse as the years went on). He had basically pulled off his leg and collapsed into bed and proceeded to sleep like the dead and not wake up again until around 1.

He had thankfully not been too hungover, but it had taken him a few minutes to drag himself to the shower. He couldn't hear Romi, so he assumed she was probably still asleep. After making some of the fucking strong coffee he'd bought at the same time as Romi's gift he had headed back to his room to put himself back together, and decided to hang out starting the book Hermione had given him. Muggle book, sure, but she'd picked one that featured dragons, which intrigued him. He'd got a bit distracted and realised it was almost 2 and he'd not actually done anything for the little gathering they were having. He stuck a stray (clean) quill in his book and headed quickly for the kitchen.

"Only me," he said, making his way over to the covered plates and boxed up food he'd brought with him. "Good day yesterday?" he asked, adjusting his latest Christmas jumper (complete with candy-striped letter 'C'). "Thanks for my present by the way. Seems like we had similar ideas."