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"You and those dragons," Oliver couldn't help but tease in Charlie's direction. "Guess at the very least I see the attachment. At least they're living things. Living things that could kill ya in the blink of a fucking eye, but living nonetheless. Ever actually made friends with one? Does it nuzzle yer face before bedtime?" Dragons had always sort of scared the shit out of Oliver, to be honest, but he had to admit Charlie had some fucking balls to spend his entire life with them. "But yeah... I know you're right. Gotta keep on keeping on, right? Ain't no sense in wallowing in pity." But that didn't mean he was happy about it, or that he wouldn't... that's what the pub was for, after all.
But instead of dwelling he was happy with the conversation seemed to move along. "Yeah, Lucy Weasley, I guess. Close to some of the others too... so it's kind of like I'm an uncle. I can't be too mad, right? Family can be nice..." Sighing a bit, he ran his hand through his hair. "So... what is there to do for fun around here? Figure you'd be the one to ask..."