Jul 8, 2026 · 40 min · 8 segments
All Charlie wants is to be left alone with his dragons. However, building a one-of-a-kind hatchery to breed and care for endangered whelps costs a pretty galleon. Enter Pansy Parkinson. Event planner…
Charlie made his way out of the maze a few minutes after Pansy, so as to not draw unnecessary attention to themselves.
He needed to say goodbye to a few people as quickly as he could, and then he was free to have an entire night with his witch.
Finally.
One night.
He couldn't believe he'd agreed to one night.
It was unthinkable that a single evening could be anywhere close enough to shake off these feelings he had, but he'd take what he could get now and negotiate more time later.
He could be as stubborn as Pansy when he truly wanted something, and he wanted her.
He saw his brothers and Fleur mingling off to one side and headed straight for them.
He'd say a few words, make his excuses, and hightail it out of the manor.
"Where did you disappear off to, brother?" George was sipping a firewhiskey slowly, but raised his eyebrows at Charlie in question.
"Just making the rounds.
Schmoozing the masses.
Bloody awful if you ask me." That was believable, right? "Where's everybody else?" Bill replied in a low voice.
Shocker, I know.
Harry and Ginny had gone into the maze? Merlin, what if they had caught him and Pansy? He would never live that down.
His eyes widened in panic.
When he'd halted his minor inner meltdown, he looked around to see the three others looking at him knowingly.
Shit.
Well, so much for that.
"Well, tell them that I said good night when they reappear.
I've had enough sucking up to rich wankers to last a lifetime, and I need to get out of these damn dress robes." "Ah, yes.
The ass-kissing has taken its toll on you.
Charlie made his way out of the maze a few minutes after Pansy, so as to not draw unnecessary attention to themselves.
He needed to say goodbye to a few people as quickly as he could, and then he was free to have an entire night with his witch.
Finally.
One night.
He couldn't believe he'd agreed to one night.
It was unthinkable that a single evening could be anywhere close enough to shake off these feelings he had, but he'd take what he could get now and negotiate more time later.
He could be as stubborn as Pansy when he truly wanted something, and he wanted her.
He saw his brothers and Fleur mingling off to one side and headed straight for them.
He'd say a few words, make his excuses, and hightail it out of the manor.
"Where did you disappear off to, brother?" George was sipping a firewhiskey slowly, but raised his eyebrows at Charlie in question.
"Just making the rounds.
Schmoozing the masses.
Bloody awful if you ask me." That was believable, right? "Where's everybody else?" Bill replied in a low voice.
Shocker, I know.
Harry and Ginny had gone into the maze? Merlin, what if they had caught him and Pansy? He would never live that down.
His eyes widened in panic.
When he'd halted his minor inner meltdown, he looked around to see the three others looking at him knowingly.
Shit.
Well, so much for that.
"Well, tell them that I said good night when they reappear.
I've had enough sucking up to rich wankers to last a lifetime, and I need to get out of these damn dress robes." "Ah, yes.
The ass-kissing has taken its toll on you.
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