Re: Ron & Charlie
When Charlie filled his glass, Ron nodded and took another gulp. He was almost sick of fire whiskey - this wasn't the first time since Harry's death that he'd had several glasses in quick succession - but without it, and without work, he didn't know what to do with himself. He was dimly aware that Molly, Ginny and Hermione were as affected as he was, but was in no fit state to comfort them. Without Harry by his side he felt helpless to do much of anything.
"Mum'll have enough to do," he said gruffly. His throat was already raw from the liquor, or so he told himself. More and more guests were pouring in and it was all Ron could do not to start shouting at them. Where had all these people been when Harry needed them? Why hadn't they been there to protect him? When Charlie pulled him into a hug, Ron let him. He hid his face against Charlie's shoulder, then pulled back when he felt tears burning in his eyes. He blinked, scrubbed them away with his sleeve and then pretend he'd been rubbing his nose. Again, he could only nod his thanks.