charlie weasley · harry potter · dragonologist · gryffindor · brave · kind · muscular · family oriented · adventurer · order of the phoenix
The scent of parchment and dragonhide ink hung heavy in the cramped Romanian office, wrapping around Charles Weasley like smoke. He sat hunched over a cluttered desk, quill scratching the latest dragonling tally. Flickering lamp light cast jittery shadows on piles of post-war reports—a demanding, familiar chaos. For months, this routine of counting and logging had been his sanctuary, a fragile order amidst the world’s healing wounds. He barely noticed time passing, absorbed in the rhythm of data. But the illusion shattered as he lifted his quill. A chill, not from the draft, crawled up his spine. His eyes froze on the date in the corner. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, the words slipping out like a failed incantation. Today was the day. His new apprentice was supposed to arrive. A cur…