Regulation and Control

Who: Charlie Weasley and Katie Bell.
What: Dragon people discussing dragons - namely the MacFusty Hebridean Black reserve.
Where: An ultra-secret place just off London.
When: Tuesday, August 12, 2008. Late afternoon/evening.
Rating: PG-13 likely for the very spontaneous, eloquent people inside.
Status: Closed; incomplete.

( Straightening her back, Katie pulled her hair into as neat a ponytail as she could muster and tried to look professional while she waited for Charlie. )

Who: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley
What: Bill's awake when Charlie walks in Friday night.
When: Late. 11-12ish Saturday evening
Where: The Burrow

The Weird Sisters were on the Wireless as loud as Bill would go without fear of Molly charging downstairs, but since he felt alright and didn't particularly want to sleep, he was on the couch with an Arithmancy text, chomping at the bit, but otherwise satisfied with this activity until he was sleepy enough to turn in. Willoughby circled in front of him on the rug, apparently unable to find a comfortable position. He was about as antsy as Bill felt, and he stuck his hand under the couch and felt around. It closed upon a dusty rubber ball a moment later.

The dog sat up immediately, ears cocked and Bill grinned. "It's a bit late to be out in the yard, boy." Nonetheless, he sat the book aside and went to the door, where he stuck his bare feet into his shoes as he pulled on a windbreaker, an activity made more difficult as the dog scooted between his long legs. When he opened the kitchen door, Willoughby raced out as if he'd already thrown the ball. "So this is what I get for letting you sleep all day?" he called softly as he walked into the side garden, past Arthur's shed, and tossed the ball into the garden near what he knew to be a gnome hideaway.

Who: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Srs Bzns
When: Saturday night, just after 9 PM
Where: Seamus' bar, private room
Warnings: Probably language; let's hope there's no setting things on fire!
Status: Closed, complete.

Charlie had arranged a quiet, private room for this meeting with Tonks, a room that was dog-friendly as well, because he wasn't having the discussion without his canine moral support. He was settled at the table waiting for Tonks, with their favourite drinks already set for them, and Mircea curled at his feet.

He scratched the dog's head in lieu of taking liquid courage, and waited.

Who: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley
What: Bill writes another story and has a sleep, followed by a serious fraternal conversation
When: August 7th, late afternoon- evening; August 8th, morning
Where: The Burrow
Rating: PG-13 for language, mostly
Complete

( Bill ate drowsily and then lay back down. )

( Warded owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Oliver Wood
What: Guy stuff
When: Monday evening after quitting time
Where: Oliver's place
Warnings: Charlie has a potty mouth although he probably won't set things on fire this time.
Status: Closed, incomplete.

Monday morning, Charlie had gotten an owl from Oliver suggesting he come by that evening. Generally these things led to some discussion about whatever bizarre creature-related case Oliver had found himself embroiled in, with Charlie trying to mediate whatever was going on between Barrington Investigations and Regulation more or less successfully. It was one more way becoming the boss had both simplified and complicated Charlie's life: he could now solve all those problems with the stroke of a quill, but now he was going to have to make all the decisions when one of his old friends butted heads with his Regulators.

So it was with something like a sense of dread that Charlie knocked on the door of Barrington Investigations. Mircea was at his heels, and this time Charlie had made sure the dog had had plenty of walk time before the drinking started. For all that Mircea's needs had been conveniently timed, he didn't want every uncomfortable conversation interrupted by canine emergencies.

( Warded Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( owl post to Neville Longbottom )


( owl post to Harry Potter )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Drinks to celebrate Charlie's mission, whatever it was, and incredibly awkward conversation ensues.
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: Thursday night
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed // Complete

( Feeling as if pounding her head on the table would produce better results than her own thoughts, she gulped down part of her drink, hoping this get-together wouldn't end in a fight. )

Who: Aidan Chambers and Charlie Weasley
What: Field training, or rather shadowing the boss
When: Thursday afternoon, 31 July, after this
Where: Ripon, North Yorkshire
Why: Charlie wants to see what the new kid is made of
Warnings: It's Charlie so there's likely to be swearing. And fire.
Status: Closed, complete.

Charlie had decided to accompany Aidan on this call as a way of seeing how well he thought the kid was going to settle in the department. The case should be pretty simple: some knarls out of control, and getting out of the wizarding settlement in North Yorkshire and into Muggle gardens. The questionable part, and the one that called for Aidan's expertise, was the question of whether not one or more of them was rabid. Charlie wasn't sure that that was possible, but Aidan was the expert in Muggle medical techniques and veterinary techniques were close enough.

He'd let Aidan prepare whatever equipment they needed and Apparated himself and Mircea to the meeting point near Ripon. Now he was waiting for Aidan to arrive with whatever gear he thought necessary.

Who: Charlie Weasley and Finn McGill
What: Pack management
When: Tuesday afternoon, 29 July
Where: Grounds of Scamander Park
Why: Because some things need to be said, and others need to be left unsaid

Charlie and Mircea were out for a midday walk around the grounds when he caught sight of Finn. He'd been meaning to talk to her following the raid on Mysteries, because there were things he needed to make clear to her, especially with Pritchard having announced that he was at St. Mungo's. As bad as things were right now between Regulation and Mysteries--or as bad as they would be once someone put two and two together and figured out exactly who had conducted that raid--there were ways they could get infinitely worse. Not just for him, but for Finn and Fred.

And anyone who knew Charlie's mission style, including Kingsley and Tonks, would figure it out in about two seconds. He was, he knew, predictable in his own chaotic way. This needed to be buried in a deep hole and he'd need Finn's help to do it.

( Warded Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Memo to Vi Marlowe )

( Warded owl sent to Lavender Brown at her Ministry-registered address )

Who: Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter, Ben Dunstan, Finn McGill, Fred Holden, Graham Pritchard, Armour Golem Things, Faceless Nameless Unspeakables and bombs.
What: This is a Rescue Mission
Where: Air ducts, the Department of Mysteries, the Streets of London
When: Late night. Saturday 26th July into early morning Sunday 27th July.
Rating: PG-13 (it's Mission:Impossible)
Status: Closed;Complete

( Harry stunned him again, aware of the possible damage to the mind beyond the memory for such a rapid follow spell, but there was no time. )

( Heavily warded owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Charlie Weasley and Ben Dunstan
What: Fred's been missing for a while now, Ben's thrown for six, and Charlie's the bossman so of course he should know where she is.
Where: Scamander Park
When: 24th July, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language, probably.
Status: Closed; complete

It was an old building, so the corridors weren't large. Normally he didn't notice it but the further up in the building you went the more obvious it became. Ben wasn't sure if he was always struck by this thought; to be quite honest he couldn't really remember. It wasn't often he'd visited the boss' office. He wasn't entirely sure how many times he'd visited it when Trimble had been the head of Regulation but he could probably have counted the number of times on one hand.

Nodding in greeting at a few people he walked passed, stopping to exchange what he supposed would be considered pleasantries, though there wasn't really anything pleasant about the conversation, with a few others, Ben arrived at Charlie's office shortly after two o'clock, rapping on the door loudly. It still felt fairly odd, he thought, to consider Charlie his boss. The other man was quite a few years older than he was and he'd always viewed him as extremely good at his job. He hadn't doubted that Charlie would get far in the department, not really, but there was something that threw him slightly about thinking of someone he'd fought beside years ago as the guy who basically decided whether he got to keep his job or not.

He was also likely to know a lot more about Fred's current situation than he was. Or at least that was what Ben hoped.

( Heavily warded eyes-only owl post for Harry Potter )

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )