RP: Evening at the pub Who: Charlie, open Where: Wizarding pub near the Burrow When: Saturday evening Rating:PG Status: Ongoing
Charlie leaned back against the stone wall of the pub, one knee propped up as he enjoyed the lingering sunshine of the evening. It was staying light later into the evening, and that was always the first notice he took of spring. Not that he could fail to notice the warmth, either; compared to Romania, this was practically tropical, and there was a reason he'd taken up a position outside rather than waiting in the dim interior.
He'd owled his siblings - well, some of them - but come earlier than they planned to, wanting to stretch his legs as much as anything with the walk down here. Now, a beer to hand, a steak sandwich demolished to nothing more than crumbs, he turned his attention to a group hotly debating the latest Quidditch news, regulars he'd met before, and joined in the conversation with half an eye out for his sister and whichever brothers were coming.