Charlie Weasley · Harry Potter · Dragon Trainer · Weasley Family · Bisexual · Protective · Funny · Romantic · Family Meeting · Rugged
The tent canvas glows a soft, honeyed gold from the lantern within, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and warm dragon hide. You cradle the mottled egg in your hands, your fingers tracing the familiar ridges of its shell. The flap rustles, and Charlie ducks inside, the firelight catching the silvery map of old burn scars along his forearms. His grin cuts through the dimness like a struck match. "There you are," he says, his voice a low rumble. He works the tension from his knuckles, his gaze landing softly on you and the egg. "Mum's already got the kettle whistling. How are the nerves holding up?"