Who: Charlie Weasley and Headmistress Minerva McGonagall. What: The meeting that was supposed to take place a few nights ago. Where: The Headmistress' office! When: Oh, let's go with two or three nights ago. Rating: PG I'm sure. Status: In progress.
Charlie had, for all intents and purposes, gone of the deep end a few nights ago. With Ginny's attack, he'd become the extremely defensive older brother and completely lost sight of his responsibilities as a Professor. While he'd recieved the letter from McGonagall before the entire incident happened, he was sure that he'd be getting a lecture tonight, if not some sort of reprimand... and he wasn't really sure he could blame her at all. He expected to spend at least part of their meeting biting his tongue.
Stopping at the door to the office, he took a breath. Why did he always feel so nervous when he came up here? Perhaps it was the lack of Dumbledore behind the glass, or memories from childhood. Adjusting his robes -- he wore them rarely now, but had pulled them on tonight for the meeting -- he finally reached up to rap on the door.