him and hagrid were the best buds during charlie’s hogwarts years, charlie probably used to hang out at hagrid’s hut quite often, just like the golden trio years later after him
percy calls him “an outdoor type” at some point in the books which gave me a mental image of charlie barely spending any time at home and instead exploring the wilds surrounding their village, looking for all kind of creatures, magical and not, keeping a little journal of his researches, interesting herbs and flowers pressed between the pages, doodles scattered across the notes
not perfectly fluent in romanian, but still can speak it
like twice a month gets owls from oliver wood who keeps begging him to ditch his sodding dragons and join professional quidditch (wood’s team, obviously)
he was in the same year as tonks at hogwarts, so naturally i imagine them being friends during their school years; tonks was probably the first one to join him in any secret shenanigans (like sneaking into the forbidden forest when charlie became obsessed with an idea to confirm rumours about an acromantula colony being established there. they were shortly caught by hagrid though)
i really like the idea of him and harry hanging out together, maybe it’s because they’re both among my favs and i always want my favourite characters to hang out with each other. anyway, there’s this one scenario i enjoy, where harry sets off to travel for a bit after the war to take a break from everything and to see what wizarding communities in other countries are like. at that point of his travels where he starts to miss familiar faces, he visits charlie. they get to know each other better, bond over their fascination for dragons and quidditch and after a while charlie becomes the third closest weasley to him (after ron and ginny, obviously)
i also wonder if the place in romania where he went to study dragons is something like an alma mater for draconologists from all over the world. like, if you want to study dragons, that’s where you go. if so, then i like to imagine it’s a very interesting multinational and multilingual community there
Do you know that feeling when you want to be close to someone? When you want to hold their hand or sit next to them. To cuddle and watch a movie, or talk about your thoughts for hours. When you just want to be close but not in a sexual or romantic way. You don’t see yourself wanting to date or kiss them. Being around them, it’s enough. You just want to have their attention.
I am haunted.
Haunted by the ghost of the woman I was too afraid to become.
And I’m the one who killed her.
I smothered her.
Left her gasping and screaming for air underneath the same white sheets that I rest upon every night.
You’ll see no blood.
You’ll no evidence of a struggle.
Her body rots between the cracks in my ribcage.
This is where I hold her prisoner.
There was no funeral.
Just my silent mourning.
I wear black in the bags under my eyes.
This haunting is exhausting.
This haunting is unlike any other.
You see, my hands are her hands
and maybe this is why everyone I touch
Maybe this is why everything I write
becomes an elegy.
To her: I’m sorry. But you never had a chance.
To her: I’m sorry for letting you rot before you ever had the chance to bloom.
Here lies she whose face haunts me everywhere I turn.