"I didn't realise you wanted...dinner, just assumed..." Neville cleared his throat.
"Assumed what?" Charlie said, looking intrigued. That smug, overconfident smile was back.
Neville shrugged. "Wall... Legs..." he said, waving his hand in the air. It was difficult for him to imagine that the man in front of him was related to the ones that ran Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Charlie's gaze was intense.
He continued, "That, you just wanted that and nothing more."
"I want that," Charlie said, grinning. "Just you know, after we have dinner a few times." read the next part