papa won't preach | charlie

[Ondina Nell Weasley]

i dare you.

june 2027

SHE HAD TIMED HER ARRIVAL HOME IMPECCABLY. Weaselled in between great mountains of Ministry paperwork, picking up her weekly supply of medicinal potions, and forcing her husband to spend time with her. Ondina was a very busy woman, after all. Since moving from her childhood home and into Renard's lavish flat, Ondina had gathered the majority of her belongings. Her collection of outfits and shoes, an array of mild, custom hygiene products. However, she had purposefully avoided clearing her bedroom entirely. It felt final, like she would be erased from the space if she had.  Alas, she could only be separate from her possessions for so long before the absence irked her.

"Dad...?" Ondina called upon opening the front door, her heels clacking on the same worn wooden entryway. Though she hadn't been home in some time, it still smelled the same. Like old boot polish and the pine cleaner her mum preferred. Arranging the visit around her packed schedule, Ondina had also made room to ensure she would not be alone when she arrived. She'd sent an owl to her mother and father, her ego disallowing a trip home unless she was accompanied by someone important. Unfortunately, after multiple back and forth, Ondina had to choose between the Saturday her father had free, and the Wednesday for her mother. In the end, she'd chosen the Saturday. As much as Ondina enjoyed her mum's keen, medical stare, she craved her father's contagious warmth.

Finding no reply to her greeting, Ondina sighed at the inconvenience. As if she expected to be greeted at the door. "Are you deaf, old man?" She called, turning into the kitchen to find the backdoor open and the buttery summer sun spilling across the tiled floor. There was dust in the air, she could feel the second-hand tickle at the back of her nose as she sniffed haughtily. A vase of pollen-draped flowers perched on the kitchen windowsill, giving Ondina immediate pause. These were two things that never existed in the Weasley household when she had been living there, both prone to reacting with her array of allergies. "Wow," She huffed, the sound of her father's heavy boots coming closer from outside in the garden. "It's like I never existed." 

charles septimus weasley

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[charles septimus weasley]

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In the very brief period of time that he had been a professor at Hogwarts, Charlie had learned quite a bit about what it was like to instruct children instead of adults that were willing to risk life and limb studying dragons. That wasn’t to say that some of his students unknowingly did the same thing around a few of the creatures he had introduced during class. Like with the salamanders. For some reason all of the third year boys thought it would be a fun competition to see who could hold them the longest without burning themselves. Charlie was so used to wearing fire-proof everything that his brain short-circuited in that moment, immediately wondering what he had gotten himself into with teaching creatures that weren’t inherently dangerous and could kill you in a thousand different ways. Essentially, the curriculum needed to be changed slightly in the way that he taught and allowed students to handle creatures. Not to mention that he was slated to only be giving lessons to higher level students now. On top of an additional one about dragons. The latter one he didn’t even need a syllabus for, and the textbook for the class had been decided on already: his book. How easy was that?

Of course, in his planning for both classes he had forgotten something really important that was supposed to be happening today: Ondina was visiting. Charlie had nested himself away in his tiny square of an office, which was mostly filled with anatomical sketches of various dragon breeds he had encountered over the years, as well as every piece of printed material on the creatures. Newt had helped him acquire a large portion of it years ago when they first met, and now it sat here collecting dust because he barely had the time to read through them yearly anymore. He felt awful for not immersing himself in further studies but he had made his impact by putting out the book. At least that was what his friend had pointed out. There was no way that his book could, or should, ever be compared to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, but Newt said otherwise. He was a funny old man.

Charlie hadn’t heard the front door open despite having his office one ajar. It wasn’t until he heard ‘old man’ called out when he remembered that Ondina was stopping by. Carefully standing up so as to not collapse a tower of books next to his desk stool, he backed out of the room and craned his neck to see where his youngest was. “I’m not deaf!” he called back, but didn’t budge from the office entry. He was old though. Or getting older. He definitely felt it sometimes.

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