Charlie chuckled a bit. He knew he was not the best, but he worked incredibly hard at that job and very much wanted to do well at it. He made mistakes, like anyone else, and kept moving forward. The only regret he had was not being there, physically, as much as he should have. At the time he took the job, it had been nothing like the way it was now. Charlie could justify his reasons for being out of the country, at least for those seven years.
"I don't think your pregnancy is a mess, per se, it's a wonderful blessing, Tonks. You're going to be a mother! Try not to focus on what happened between you and Remus, but focus on the baby. Dwelling on the bad looks a bit selfish, don't you think?" he asked. Charlie knew what that was like: dreading following McGongall's request. He would have liked to say the decision had been easy. The Order never put difficult or impossible demands on anyone, at least not as far as Charlie knew, but he found himself mulling over everything for a long time—which made him selfish. "I did when I was asked to come teach here. I didn't want to leave my job in Romania. I love working with dragons more than I can describe, but it would have been stupid and selfish to not come fight this war. So I'm here, and I love this. Tonks, you've got to fall in love with what you have, not with what you want or what should be."