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Sept 19, 2016 21:49:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 21:49:55 GMT -7
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T o say Charlie was elated to be seeing his oldest child was an understatement. It wasn’t like they didn’t see each other often, sometimes his work ordered him into the same area of the Ministry that Harper now worked, mainly helping to cover up damage done by dragons from muggles, and he typically stopped by to see if his daughter was in her office. Having inhabited almost the same space as his father had back during his days in the Ministry, the sense of nostalgia mixed with pride for everything Harper had accomplished was always brought forward when he visited. He hoped that at some point in time the same could be said for both Ondina and Xavier too. Since he wasn’t really sure where they were headed, or what they were even slightly interested in. Xavier tended to…keep to himself and Ondina was so very fragile that the majority of magic related jobs might possibly too much for her. These were all things to worry about, but at the same time, he wasn’t too worried. If they needed a year or two after graduation to figure things out, then Charlie was completely behind that decision. Not everyone could be like him and run out of school and wrangle a dragon. There were a few special cases here and there, but those two were definitely not like him in the slightest.
With all that constantly floating around in his head, amongst many other things, Charlie found himself waiting for Harper at one of the smaller coffee shops in Diagon Alley. He had been hoping to meet her at the Ministry but issues with work came up first, so a quick owl had been sent out to change time and location, and now he was here, basking in the nice mid-morning sunlight with a cup of coffee in front of him. It was a surprisingly warm day for the middle of October and Charlie welcomed it. Too many mornings were filled with harsh, bitter winds that cooled all of London down to sub-zero temperatures, even in the fall. Only a few more months now and sitting outside like this would be almost impossible. Blowing on his fresh cup of coffee to cool it down a little, he took a sip, quickly setting it down again because it was still too hot. Hopefully Harper was going to be here soon. There was a lot he wanted to talk about.
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Sept 22, 2016 19:14:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2016 19:14:52 GMT -7
Harper would never be a morning person. Waking up for classes had been hard enough. If she really wanted to, she could skip an early class and enjoy snoozing just a little longer. But having a job? That was much, much different. There was no sleeping in, or there was no job. She'd been written up before for falling asleep on the job. There were very few things she hadn't been written up for, and she was fairly certain that it was only her family's influence that kept her job safe. The Ministry was rife with Weasleys. The Minister herself was Harper's cousin. The thought that she was only kept around because of her family was a little saddening for Harper. After all, she loved her job, but she had never been the most disciplined individual, especially in the morning. When she received her father's owl, she was excited. She loved visits from her father, and it got her out of doing paperwork, the absolute bane of her existence. All she wanted to do was tinker with muggle appliances all day, not sign her name and detail the damage done to the appliance six or seven times for various department heads. It was, well, boring. Harper made her way down the streets of Diagon Alley, smiling at the few people she passed. She had made the mistake of wearing a jacket, expecting crisp winds. But the sun shined down brightly upon her, making her boil under the thick leather. Up ahead, the breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the coffee shop. She spent a lot of time there on there on her days off. It was quaint and, mercifully, cool. As she walked inside, she shrugged out of her jacket. As she approached the table her father was seated at, she draped the leather jacket over her own seat and sat down. She ordered a small coffee from the overly cheerful waitress. No one should be that happy in the morning. When the waitress returned with her coffee, Harper began doctoring it up with sugar and cream, smiling at her father. "Hi, Dad. How's Romania?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee. charlie marie weekly
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Sept 27, 2016 19:52:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 19:52:21 GMT -7
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W hen the door of the coffee shop clinked open, Charlie quickly looked over to see if it was Harper. Nope. Not this time. It was clearly a regular to the place, based on the way the waitress greeted him. He turned back to his coffee and took another sip. The door chimed again, but this time Charlie didn’t get his hopes and kept looking forward instead, wandering around in his own thoughts. Finishing the long, slow sip of coffee he had been on for a while now, he looked up to see Harper tossing her jacket over the chair across from him and ordering a coffee from the waitress as she sat down. He watched silently as the waitress returned with the drink and Harper started tossing things into it. Hadn’t he taught her anything? Never put cream and sugar in coffee. It ruined the taste. Instead of saying something, he took another sip of his and realized that it wasn’t the best coffee in the world…a little cream and sugar surely wouldn’t hurt it too much. Finally Harper broke the silence and asked him how Romania had been. Well that was a tough question, since he really hadn’t been there too much lately. “Not too bad,” he started, thinking back on what had been going on lately with work. “I was there right after we sent Ondina and Xavier off to school. One of the Horntails got a little too close to one of the muggle towns again. What a mess that was…” he trailed off quickly, knowing that if he kept talking he’d be dominating the conversation the entire time. Once he started about dragons, it was like he couldn’t stop. Nor did he really want to.
“Besides that, I stopped by your Uncle George’s place a few weeks ago to show him a baby dragon I caught. Little guy broke free of the box I had it in and caused some damage. I think George fell in love with it though.” Charlie had trouble keeping back a laugh. That had been such a funny day. He did feel bad for the damage the little lizard had caused, but the terrified looks on the customer’s faces would be etched in his head for the rest of his life. Confusion and pure terror mixed together was quite the sight, especially on the fat lady’s face when the dragon was nipping at her ankles. Stopping himself once again, he took another swig of coffee and set the now half-filled cup down on the table, both of hands wrapped around it. “How’ve you been? I know we’ve talked about your job before, but anything interesting happen yet? Your grandfather had to deal with muggle toilets spitting…well, I’m sure you can imagine what they were doing. Quite the sight, as he put it.”
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