S. Kettleburn (jawsthatbite) wrote in platform_zero, @ 2015-11-15 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie weasley, oliver wood |
Who: Charlie Weasley & Oliver Wood
What: Running into old teammates
Where: The beach
When: Nov 15, morning
Rating: Probably low. Perhaps some swearing?
Status: Closed / Incomplete
Charlie didn't mind his new job. Okay, so it wasn't exactly glamorous. In fact, when you came down to it it was downright disgusting. But even if Charlie hadn't had a strong stomach to start with, once you'd dealt with a dragon with an upset belly you could pretty much deal with anything. And it definitely beat sitting on his arse all day. He'd got the mornings work done relatively quick, then jumped into the sea to get the worst of the stink off. The next thing on his list was his usual run along the beach.
The only way he could deal with this bloody village was by having a packed schedule.
The redhead pulled his shirt back over his head and ruffled his fingers through his hair to dislodge the last droplets of water. His hands had healed up pretty well without daily burns and scrapes, but the skin was still rough and callused. Charlie clenched his fingers experimentally as he strode back over the beach, away from the water to where he'd left his shoes. He'd learnt the lesson about leaving them too close to the surf before.
The second eldest Weasley was just bending down to grab them when he noticed a figure heading towards him, faintly highlighted by the sun. Charlie squinted in their direction for a second before he recognised them. A wide, crooked smile cracked his freckled face.
"Oi! Wood!" He raised a hand in greeting, waving the other wizard over.