S. Kettleburn (jawsthatbite) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-09-19 11:48:00 |
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He was surprised it had taken him this long, really. He'd been back here a few days, and this was the first time Charlie had escaped the boundaries of the stable grounds and the main town, ducking between the reaching trees into the cool, shadowed confines of the woods. After all, he couldn't remember the last time he'd spent more than a few hours inside, and the evidence of his lifestyle was written clearly in his weathered skin and broad shoulders.
Despite the obvious advantages of being here – his brother was about, after all - Charlie was still finding accepting his little 'relocation' something of a struggle. Even though he’d been here before, he couldn't help but feel out of place. Going back home had just reminded him of how happy he had been in Romania. He'd had a few bits of work remaining for the Order, friends, a flat and job he'd adored. Sure, things had been going to hell a little, and the whole Weasley family had been struggling from the losses of the war, but at least he’d been involved. Helplessness had never suited Charlie well. He was active, spontaneous, and ending up here felt like he'd been put on a bench, made to keep still and sit out the game uselessly.
Charlie ducked under a low hanging branch, his blue eyes scanning the ground and landing on a few tracks that led further away from the stables. The redheaded wizard dropped to get a closer look, crouching for a second before turning his gaze in the direction he'd guess the animal had disappeared off to. He was just straightening, about to follow when he heard a noise in the trees a little distance away, and his attention was pulled towards it.