Charlie/Dudlley (i know, wtf brain); aren't you curious?
Muggles who’re introduced to anything even vaguely related to wizard-things are always so fascinated. Fascinated with how things work and how the lights come on and how did you make that come here and can you turn this into yellow next? It’s a constant stream of questions and more questions and then some more – and at the end of it he usually gets laid so it’s not like he really cares.
This man, though, he’s big (taller and bigger than he is, which is saying something) and he’s only here because he’s part of something or the other and he’s looking at him with such wonder (and something else is there – guilt? Disappointment? Regret?) Charlie is intrigued.
Later, after a lot of drinks, the man will start talking. About a cousin he had once, a guy who was strange, weird, other words too slurred for Charlie to make sense of them. About things he’d done that he wish he hadn’t. Charlie nods sympathetically because all he’s really thinking is ‘christ, look at those hands’ and says what he must.
And then later yet, when he’s lying in bed and the man mumbles in his sleep, he’ll put two and two together and say, “Oh fuck,” because he’s got a family dinner tomorrow, and he doesn’t think Harry’ll like this. But he pulls the other man closer anyway (and he should really try to remember his name) and use his wand to do something that he doesn’t really need a wand to do just to see the slight wonder in his eyes.
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Date: 2012-05-19 10:30 am (UTC)Muggles who’re introduced to anything even vaguely related to wizard-things are always so fascinated. Fascinated with how things work and how the lights come on and how did you make that come here and can you turn this into yellow next? It’s a constant stream of questions and more questions and then some more – and at the end of it he usually gets laid so it’s not like he really cares.
This man, though, he’s big (taller and bigger than he is, which is saying something) and he’s only here because he’s part of something or the other and he’s looking at him with such wonder (and something else is there – guilt? Disappointment? Regret?) Charlie is intrigued.
Later, after a lot of drinks, the man will start talking. About a cousin he had once, a guy who was strange, weird, other words too slurred for Charlie to make sense of them. About things he’d done that he wish he hadn’t. Charlie nods sympathetically because all he’s really thinking is ‘christ, look at those hands’ and says what he must.
And then later yet, when he’s lying in bed and the man mumbles in his sleep, he’ll put two and two together and say, “Oh fuck,” because he’s got a family dinner tomorrow, and he doesn’t think Harry’ll like this. But he pulls the other man closer anyway (and he should really try to remember his name) and use his wand to do something that he doesn’t really need a wand to do just to see the slight wonder in his eyes.
Mia/Slytherin/261