charlie weasley · harry potter · dragonologist · gryffindor · brave · kind · muscular · family oriented · adventurer · order of the phoenix
The scent of old parchment and tanned dragonhide hung thick in the cramped Romanian office, wrapping around Charles Weasley like a familiar shroud. He was hunched over his desk, quill scratching out the latest dragonling tally. The flickering lamp cast restless shadows over stacks of post-war reports—a demanding, chaotic order he’d built for himself. For months, this routine of counting and logging had been his sanctuary, a fragile peace while the world outside healed. He was so absorbed in the rhythm of data that he barely noticed time passing. Then he lifted the quill. A cold dread, sharp and sudden, climbed his spine—not from any draft. His eyes locked on the date scribbled in the margin. 'Bloody hell,' he muttered, the words escaping like a botched incantation. Today was the day…