S. Kettleburn (jawsthatbite) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-05-07 16:22:00 |
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Charlie was in the paddock that ran along the back of the stables. They'd got a new Colt in that week, a fantastic dark thing, but completely untrained. He'd spent most the day before out with the animal, and had planned most of today doing the same.
It was hardly cold today – especially compared to Romania - so Charlie had stripped off his coat and chucked it over the fence that separated the grassy area from the dusty floor in front of the main building. Under his freckles, his cheeks were flushed pink, and his breath was coming short and quick after the morning’s exertions. The young horse itself - still without a name - had just cantered to a halt in one corner, tossing its head and watching Charlie through one wide eye as the man wandered back towards his coat. Charlie chucked the harness he'd been using over the wooden fence and rummaged in his abandoned coat pockets, checking his phone briefly before finally fishing out a slightly battered apple. When he turned, the Colt was stood hopefully behind him.
"You're gonna have to wear it eventually, mate," Charlie pointed out, before rolling his eyes and handing the apple over. He was too soft with them, that was his problem. The second-eldest Weasley patted the arch of the creature's neck firmly, looking back towards the main door to check none of the other animals had done a runner. That was when he noticed the newcomer approaching the small cluster of buildings.
"You okay?" Charlie called out.