Charlie had had something of a week at work, and he'd risen early to do a bit of Healer-ordered running before he had to be in the office. But before he ran, he decided he had to have a look-in on Bill. He made his way to his brother's room and stood quietly in the door, watching his brother sleep.
Oliver hadn't understood why he'd never gone back to Romania, why he'd taken a Ministry job. Well, this was it, wasn't it? Irresponsible, yes, but he'd grown where he was planted at last. He knew he was more responsible than Tonks gave him credit for being. He was here, now, and he wondered where Tonks was as his daughter slept like a child in her grandmother's house.
At least Bill was sleeping well, Charlie thought. He reached down to give a scratch to Mircea, and Willoughby barked for attention. Charlie shushed him, hoping he hadn't waked Bill up.