RP - Conversation with Mum

[bth_charliew]

Title: Conversation with Mum
Date: 08/19/1998
Time of Day: midnight
Characters: Molly Weasley, Charlie Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Brief Summary: Charlie has some news for his mother (OOC note: posting was a bit belated, sorry ^^)
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None

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[bth_mollyw]

Molly had spent the better part of two or three hours simply staring at the ceiling and wishing she could sleep. There were nights, since the Battle of Hogwarts, that she was lucky to get a couple of hours sleep. Images played over and over in her head, leaning her head on Fred's chest willing him to breathe, Arthur tugging her away from Fred, Bellatrix Lestrange dying at her hand, and the image of Harry being craddled by Hagrid.

Molly wished she could shut off her brain for just a moment.

She finally couldn't stand it any longer and climbed out of bed. Molly thought that perhaps a glass of warm milk might help her sleep and she she slid her dressing gown and slippers on. She padded down the stairs, taking care to miss the squeaking one outside Charlie's bedroom, and she yawned as she reached the final step.

When she made her way through the living room and into the kitchen she was taken back by the site that greeted her--It was Charlie, a glass of water sitting on the table in front of him, his head back, and he was softly snoring.

Molly padded over to him and touched him on the shoulder, "Charlie?"

[bth_charliew]

"Careful, its fangs are venomous," muttered Charlie in his sleep. "Venomous, I sa--ah!" he startled slightly when something touched him on the shoulder. His eyes snapped open, and he saw his mother.

"M-mum?" he yawned, remembering at the last second to put his hand before his mouth when he did so. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry... I was just having a glass of water and... well - I guess I fell asleep."

He quickly passed a hand through his tousled hair. When he looked up, he could not help noticing how tired his mother looked. "Hey," he said with a soft smile, "why don't you sit here and I prepare you a glass of warm milk? Or, better, I'll prepare some of that secret drink they drink in Romania..."