// charmione , bill pov , hurt/comfort , fluff , cross-posted Charles Prewett Weasley had always been… well, loud. He came into this world screaming hellfire with the hair to match, and his intensity only amplified with age. - ThreadSky

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macxboyle.bsky.social • 112 days ago

// charmione , bill pov , hurt/comfort , fluff , cross-posted

Charles Prewett Weasley had always been… well, loud.

He came into this world screaming hellfire with the hair to match, and his intensity only amplified with age.

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macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

Inheriting both the Weasley height and the Prewett bulk, he moved with all the grace of a mountain troll. Coupled with his restless imagination and athletic bravado, cacophonous attention followed him wherever he went,

macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

whether it was McGonagall shooing half-dressed witches from the boys’ dormitory among a flurry of inarticulate Gaelic swears, or their mother frantically fire-calling the DRCMC to remove whatever beast Charlie had smuggled into the Burrow.

macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

When he accepted an apprenticeship at the Romanian Dragon Reserve, Bill thought his little brother may have finally met his match; that Charlie may finally come up against creatures bigger, louder, and more untamable than he was.

He thought it would humble him.

macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

Instead, Charlie came back each holiday with a new scar and an even more roguish grin.

But then the second war happened. And as grateful as Bill was to have the second-eldest Weasley home and safe and relatively unharmed, what the Burrow needed now was quiet tenderness,

macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

a quality that Charlie had never possessed, even in the face of his own grief.

In truth, though, Bill worried most about how a certain Muggle-born witch would handle his brother’s unique lack of tact.

macxboyle.bsky.social•112 days ago

Because Hermione Granger wasn’t sleeping. Or eating. Or functioning on any cognizable level. She spent her days and nights absently sipping tepid tea and biting her nails to the quick.

She was, quite simply, a ghost of the girl Bill had met years ago at Grimmauld Place.

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