The Ivy - 10 August, 1997

[twistingcharlie]

On Sunday morning, Charlie had then gone to Hogwarts, and spoken to McGonagall, explaining that they wanted to take Ginny out for her birthday, and managed to convince the Headmistress to let both Ginny and Harry leave the school. He had then gone to let them know about that night. Finally, he sent several patronus asking all of his brothers (and

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[twistingcharlie]

Charlie looked around, smiling at the commotion they had created just by being there. The poor waitress would go insane with them.

He found a seat, figuring that it would be easier than trying to get into conversation about make up and chocolate. Soon enough someone would get bored standing and would join him.

[tradesecret]

Terence sat down beside of him and smiled. "I don't think Potter likes me," he whispered, grinning. "And my gods your family is loud. Is it always like this?" He watched the crowd move around the table, settling into their seats.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver sat on Charlie's other side. "Looks like the gang's all here. Lo, Higgs. How are you?" He leaned back in his chair. "Think we'll make it through the evening without anyone blowing anyone else up?"

[twistingcharlie]

"I'm sure we can manage. It'll be heard, but we'll manage," he said, smiling. Charlie squeezed Terence's hand. "See, I told you that my family can get overwhelming. Tuning the noise out is the only way to survive at times."

He looked at Harry. "I understand where he is coming from. Stop touching her, and I bet he'll like you, or at least not want to hex you."

[tradesecret]

"For god's sake, I touched her hand. I was not at all inappropriate," Terence said, irritated. He poured himself a glass of wine. "I will, however, endevour to keep my hands to myself the rest of the evening."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver cleared his throat, sure he wasn't meant to hear that part of the conversation. "You're sure we'll manage? I um... yeah, not starting off too good, are we? Should I find shelter?" He took the wine and poured himself a glass when Terence was through.

[twistingcharlie]

"Nah, just make sure we sit strategically: keep Terence away from Ginny and Harry, keep George and Fred away from each other. I think that should help," he said, grinning.

Charlie rubbed the back of Terence's neck. "I know, love, but he's seventeen and in love."

[tradesecret]

"They're both too bloody young," he said, leaning into the touch. "Why would you want to keep Fred and George apart? They not getting on?" He couldn't imagine that, they were always inseperable.

[reservekeeper]

"Hell no. They're fine. He just means that if you get those two together that sooner or later there is going to be an explosion. Never fails." He grinned.

[twistingcharlie]

Charlie laughed. "You must have witnessed it first hand in school." He turned to Terence. "They can get creative when they are around each other. They feed each other with very bad ideas, especially in a Muggle restaurant."

[tradesecret]

"Ah. I can imagine." He watched the others move around the table and nodded and smiled at Harry as he glared his way yet again. "Well, at least the night won't be boring, that's for sure."

[reservekeeper]

"In school? Have you been to the shop recently? They're still blowing shit up." He grinned. "And Higgs, I doubt very much that you can imagine. You won't believe the type of destruction they can cause until you see it first hand. It's awesome."

[twistingcharlie]

"Unless you're the owner of the restaurant. I doubt they've ever seen people like us in this place." Charlie looked around the restaurant and everything was relatively quiet compared to their corner. He cast a spell just like the ones at the club to dampen the sound. "I can't say I miss the explosion even if I'll admit that they are brilliant."