"You're lucky to be an aunt. I've been wanting to be an uncle for Bill and Fleur for a while. It's easier that way," he said, finishing his second bowl of stew. Every bit had been fantastic. He likely could have gone for a third bowl, but he did not want to put Hestia out—assuming that stew was for more than just the two of them.
He knew his parents wanted to be grandparents, but Charlie was in no place to think about that—not with the war, not with what he needed to focus on, and they understood that. That pressure came around on him from quite a few angles and in way he would not have expected such as seeing couples everywhere or someone encouraging him to date. In his opinion, those who pushed did not know him well enough, that he was perfectly happy where he was in his life and the war should be everyone's focus.
Pushing his bowl aside, Charlie slouched in his seat, spreading out a bit to relax. "We all assume we're just waiting for something, and I agree with you regarding fear. If we wait until something happens, then it's too late. We need to be out there looking, playing detectives, and tracking this all down. Everyone should be reminded of what all of our tasks and objectives are. Maybe I'll bring in a dragon to protect and guard the castle," he said with a wink."