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Private woes

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 06:51:56 GMT

Katie is still unconscious. I don't even know what to do with myself. I sit here with her, hoping maybe she can hear me. Mum, Dad and Ron have been fantastic, but honestly I just don't feel like talking to anyone. Mum brought me food several times, but I couldn't eat. I did nip out for a cigarette, though I know Katie would likely murder me where I stood if she knew. But... she doesn't know, does she? I suppose I could smoke as much as I wanted and she wouldn't know.

...but that's not exactly comforting, is it?

I've had an owl from Pioter from Romania. He says that our stupid mutt is making him crazy. I feel bad. Maybe I'll see if I can pop over and grab Con. Maybe Mum and Dad will be able to do something with the great dumb beast, if they're willing. But I don't want to leave her side. What if she wakes up in that time I'm gone? What if she thinks I don't love her enough to be sitting at her bedside, waiting? Maybe I'll ask Ron to go retrieve the dog. And speaking of siblings, where the hell are Fred, George, Ginny and Percy? I haven't seen any of them. Though, I suppose I remember something about the twins going out of town.

And then there's Bill. Where the hell is he? I haven't heard from him in months. I have to admit I could really use my big brother right now. Maybe I'll write to him, even if he doesn't reply. It's better than nothing, isn't it?

Why won't she wake up? Are things really that bad? And when she comes out of this, how much of my wife am I going to have left?

Where are you, Mate? I could really use you right now. Katie is injured and won't wake up. I miss you. Seems like everything has gone to shit, and you're not here to talk to. I know you're on walk-about, but I need you.

Mon, 10 Mar 2008 21:49:45 GMT

Katie is in the hospital. She took a bludger to the back and fell off her broom onto her head. They tell me she's going to be unconscious indefinately. Which means I'll be here at St. Mungo's until she wakes. If you want to come and see us, we're in room 403.

Ron, you're going to have to deal with the incomming orders, please? If you need can't keep up, just turn them away. Do the best you can, but don't overextend yourself.

Charlie

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 17:13:28 GMT

Alright, guys. Ginny didn't reply to me on that paper article about she and that Malfoy git. Did she reply to any of you with a satisfactory answer? And maybe a reason why we shouldn't skin him alive? Anybody find out anything about what happened?

Charlie

Wed, 30 Jan 2008 06:18:37 GMT

Um... hey, Brat. I know we don't talk often, but... Draco Malfoy? Really? Really???

...we need to talk about this. Honestly, if he hurts you, I'll take him to Romania and feed him to a dragon.

Private to Arthur Weasley

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 04:36:19 GMT

Dad,

Hey, thought I'd let you know... Katie and I decided to buy Bill's house. He wanted me to sell it anyway, but I couldn't quite bear it. So we're fixing it up and going to pay him for it. What do you think? I know he and Fleur were planning children here, so Katie and I were thinking it'd be good for that.

Anyway, just checking in. I didn't address it to Mum because I don't really want her going nutters on me again. How are things on that front, anyway?

Charlie

Meet the parents

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 01:14:50 GMT

Date: Dec. 21, 2001
Time: Early evening
Location: The flat in Romania
Characters Involved: Charlie and Katie Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Bell
Rating: PG

Charlie had been nervous all day. So nervous that his stomach had been torn up and he hadn't eaten a bite. He'd been trying his best to work, but he'd messed up a curse breaking job and had to give his work away for free just to save face in front of the client. He'd returned to his flat in Romania to organize journals, but couldn't concentrate on that either, so he simply sat in front of the fire waiting for his wife to come home.

He was meeting Katie's parents tonight! While this prospect excited him, it also terrified him. After how badly the meeting with his parents had gone, he could only imagine their reaction... "You've stolen my baby and not asked me properly." he imagined her father saying. Or worse, meeting her brothers and having them angry. He somewhat remembered the elder one, remembered he was rather large. Not that Charlie was afraid, but he didn't want to do anything to mess things up for Katie and with his new family. When the time came, he found a tie and shirt, putting them on loosely and inspecting himself in the mirror.

Private to various people

Mon, 10 Dec 2007 17:56:30 GMT

Bill, Mate, you're not going to believe what I did last night. I know you're gonna be pissed off, but try to control yourself.

I got married. To Katie Bell. We eloped last night in Romania. I wanted you to be the first to know. We promise we'll have a ceremony at home in the next few months, but we just couldn't wait. Don't be too mad?

Mum, Dad... guess what? Katie and I eloped last night. We just didn't want to wait. I promise that we'll have a large ceremony later on, but this was just for us. We'll be coming home hopefully tonight for you all to meet her and get to know her. I know you'll love her as much as I do.

I got married last night. We eloped, but we're planning a bigger ceremony for later on. Anyway, I think you all know her already... Katie Bell. So, guess what? You have a new sister-in-law! We'll be home soon I think so you can properly meet her as such. Love you all.

Tue, 04 Dec 2007 20:13:19 GMT

Mum and Dad,

I'm just checking in. I've been in Romania for a couple of days, and I figured I'd check in. I'm nearly done with my work for the week, just a couple more days and I'll be back for the rest of the week and through the weekend, probably into early next week. So anyway, just saying hello, as promised. Maybe we can have dinner this weekend sometime, unless you're continuing your world travels.

Love,
Charlie

Hey, I'll be back for the weekend, so if you have jobs for us to do together go ahead and schedule them for Thursday at the earliest, and through the weekend.

Private thoughts

Tue, 13 Nov 2007 05:26:18 GMT

November 13, 2001

I've been having horrible nightmares since finding the mask in Nicholas's desk. I can't stop thinking about it. I just keep seeing cold eyes behind the mask, just like during the war. I think I love Nicholas, but I'm terrified too. I know I convinced myself that night I stayed that he couldn't be one of them, but how can I be so sure? He's so different than I thought they could be, but many of them were able to return to regular life without anyone being the wiser. So what if he's one of them? What do you do when you might love someone, but they may have done something so terrible? I just don't know how to reconcile this.

Mum,
I really need to talk. Would you have time, or do you want to do it here? I know you and Dad had a fantastic weekend and I don't want to ruin it but I had some things happen and I could really use a chat.

Early morning musings

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:50:38 GMT

[Private to myself]
Early Morning, September 2nd

Couldn't sleep last night. I think I'm going to have to take Bill up on his offer to go see Ginny, because the pain from the burns is rather intense at times. I'm taking potions that the mediwitches gave me back in Romania, but I'm not sure they're doing much good. Though, maybe it's the emotional pain that's getting to me more than the physical.
Loosing Sherri the way we did was brutal. We all knew that any of the dragons could attack at any time, but seeing her attacked... that's my worst nightmare come true. I suppose when you're in the thick of things, you get desensitized to the occational burn here or there, the occational slice from a stray claw or the bruise from being knocked around. Especially when you're working with Horntails, as we've been doing more and more lately as they've been moving into the area. But they are fairly tollerent of our studies, since we keep a respectful distance and that's usually enough to keep us safe. I suppose that just brought home the fact that one misstep could leave us dead. Suppose that's why I'm here, back in England. I've never been one to shy from danger, but this... this was too much. I can't keep thinking about that. Maybe I'll write a book... publish all the results I've been studying for years. That'll give me a job here in England, because at this point I'm not sure that I'll ever go back... not permanently anyway. Suppose I need to find someone nice and settle a bit. Though I don't know which is more frightening, the thought of being charred by a dragon or the thought of settling down with someone.
So Bill helped me move the rest of my things to his house. It's nice being there, even though the prat named his bloody dog after me, so now everytime he calls for me, the dog comes running. Brilliant. I told Bill I was going to keep the lease on the flat there, but I didn't. I went back when we were finished and turned over the lease to the camp so that one of the others could use it. I don't really want it anymore. If I go back, I'll stay in a hotel. Now I just have to figure out how to tell Mum and Dad that I'm not just staying with Bill for a few days, that I'm there for the long run. I'd much rather live with him anyway. He needs me. Not that he couldn't make it on his own, but I've spent so much time away from him, missed so many things in his life because I was off with the dragons. After all, Mum and Dad always have each other. And now Bill has me, and I'm not leaving again.

Time to get moving, I suppose. I think we were going to go out today, but I'm not sure. Besides, I think I hear Bill rattling around in the kitchen, and I could really use some coffee. At least there's one thing he doesn't stink at making.

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Coming back!

Thu, 30 Aug 2007 05:41:05 GMT

Hello, everyone. It's been a while since I wrote in this thing. I've been so busy I can't even breathe sometimes. Which is why I've decided to take a leave of absence and come home for a while. If anyone wants to find me, I'll be at the Burrow.

[Private to Molly]
Hey, Mum. Hope you and Dad don't mind, I'll be home soon and staying for a bit. Can't wait to see you. Love you both.

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