Keysmash!
Title: Keysmash
Genre: Romance
Characters: Charlie Weasley/Magenta Comstock
Rating: GP
Word Count: 721 words
Summary: Charlie has a keysmash moment of glee.
Author's Notes: Charlie's side of the reunion.
Charlie looked up at the formidable structure. He hadn't known what to expect by coming here. He didn't know what he hoped to achieve. Well, actually he did. He hoped to see her again. To touch her. To hold her. To kiss and keep her. He wanted to marry her, damn it. He continued to stare at the castle -- for it was a castle -- quietly. He had only asked about Comstock property, not even asked who owned it now. Or if she was alive. Or if she was...married. Charlie continued to stare.
"This is private property, young man," a voice said behind him. Charlie turned around.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just...wanted to know if...well, I used to know the person who lived -- lives -- here, or...I don't know," Charlie ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
The wizened elf crossed his arms. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Yes, okay, very well," Charlie nodded. "Just tell me...Magenta -- is she -- all right?"
"She's dead now," the elf responded. "She retired from the art world and then...they say she went quietly. I keep it for the family."
"Dead?" Charlie stepped backwards.
"Yes, dead."
"I--I see. Thank you," Charlie nodded and half-fled off the grounds.
Teague pushed the door open, a tray in his hands. His mistress sat in her parlor, painting away. She had long retired from the public eye, though she had never stopped sketching. He laid the tea tray on a nearby stool and bowed. Magenta put her paintbrush down. "Teague, what year is it?"
"It is 1989, Mistress."
"1989!" she exclaimed, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am leaving on a trip, my faithful servant. A long trip."
"A trip, Mistress?"
"Yes, prepare my things and quickly. I wish to be off very soon," she said.
"Where to, my lady?" Teague asked, bringing Magenta a cup of tea.
"Romania. I want you to find the address of a certain dragon colony -- Teague!" she exclaimed as Teague dropped the cup and it shattered.
"I--" Teague stared at the paintings on the wall and pointed. He knew the boy on the grounds had looked familiar.
Charlie waved to Andrin, the head of the colony as he passed the man. "Where you going, Charlie?"
"Walk," Charlie said, pointing at the forest the surrounded them.
"Ah, try to not get lost," Andrin nodded before turning his attention back to the baby dragon with a sprained leg.
Charlie stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the group of trees. Charlie had not been at the colony for very long, barely five months, but he had fallen into a simple routine. He loved working here, though he missed his family. Still, being in the woods calmed him and there was a steady influx of letters from his parents, Bill and Ginny. The others inserted their comments into their Mum's letters ('We degnomed the garden again. Fred says hello. There were so many of them, it took us several hours to finally--'). He continued to walk.
It was cool here, under the shade of the trees. He smiled happily and kept walking. Up ahead, he saw someone sitting on the ground, sketching. He had to wince as the memories came flooding back. He shook his head. No, no, she is dead, Charlie. Charlie stopped walking for a moment and frowned. He felt several emotions at the thought of losing her, but the most prominent was guilt. He had asked her to wait for him and he had failed. He decided to turn back.
The girl sighed as she looked down at her sketchbook. Charlie spun back around. He must be seeing things, imagining things, but he knew that sigh. It couldn't... "Magenta?"
The girl looked up. "Charlie."
All time slipped away and it was just the two of them in that forest. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Charlie was standing across from her one moment and in the next, he had taken her into his arms. He kissed her. He kissed her for the years that she had spent waiting for him. Finally, he pulled away to catch his breath. She leaned her head against his chest.
"Charlie..."
He kissed the top of her head and murmured, "Magenta, marry me."
Genre: Romance
Characters: Charlie Weasley/Magenta Comstock
Rating: GP
Word Count: 721 words
Summary: Charlie has a keysmash moment of glee.
Author's Notes: Charlie's side of the reunion.
Charlie looked up at the formidable structure. He hadn't known what to expect by coming here. He didn't know what he hoped to achieve. Well, actually he did. He hoped to see her again. To touch her. To hold her. To kiss and keep her. He wanted to marry her, damn it. He continued to stare at the castle -- for it was a castle -- quietly. He had only asked about Comstock property, not even asked who owned it now. Or if she was alive. Or if she was...married. Charlie continued to stare.
"This is private property, young man," a voice said behind him. Charlie turned around.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just...wanted to know if...well, I used to know the person who lived -- lives -- here, or...I don't know," Charlie ran his fingers through his hair nervously.
The wizened elf crossed his arms. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Yes, okay, very well," Charlie nodded. "Just tell me...Magenta -- is she -- all right?"
"She's dead now," the elf responded. "She retired from the art world and then...they say she went quietly. I keep it for the family."
"Dead?" Charlie stepped backwards.
"Yes, dead."
"I--I see. Thank you," Charlie nodded and half-fled off the grounds.
Teague pushed the door open, a tray in his hands. His mistress sat in her parlor, painting away. She had long retired from the public eye, though she had never stopped sketching. He laid the tea tray on a nearby stool and bowed. Magenta put her paintbrush down. "Teague, what year is it?"
"It is 1989, Mistress."
"1989!" she exclaimed, a smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I am leaving on a trip, my faithful servant. A long trip."
"A trip, Mistress?"
"Yes, prepare my things and quickly. I wish to be off very soon," she said.
"Where to, my lady?" Teague asked, bringing Magenta a cup of tea.
"Romania. I want you to find the address of a certain dragon colony -- Teague!" she exclaimed as Teague dropped the cup and it shattered.
"I--" Teague stared at the paintings on the wall and pointed. He knew the boy on the grounds had looked familiar.
Charlie waved to Andrin, the head of the colony as he passed the man. "Where you going, Charlie?"
"Walk," Charlie said, pointing at the forest the surrounded them.
"Ah, try to not get lost," Andrin nodded before turning his attention back to the baby dragon with a sprained leg.
Charlie stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the group of trees. Charlie had not been at the colony for very long, barely five months, but he had fallen into a simple routine. He loved working here, though he missed his family. Still, being in the woods calmed him and there was a steady influx of letters from his parents, Bill and Ginny. The others inserted their comments into their Mum's letters ('We degnomed the garden again. Fred says hello. There were so many of them, it took us several hours to finally--'). He continued to walk.
It was cool here, under the shade of the trees. He smiled happily and kept walking. Up ahead, he saw someone sitting on the ground, sketching. He had to wince as the memories came flooding back. He shook his head. No, no, she is dead, Charlie. Charlie stopped walking for a moment and frowned. He felt several emotions at the thought of losing her, but the most prominent was guilt. He had asked her to wait for him and he had failed. He decided to turn back.
The girl sighed as she looked down at her sketchbook. Charlie spun back around. He must be seeing things, imagining things, but he knew that sigh. It couldn't... "Magenta?"
The girl looked up. "Charlie."
All time slipped away and it was just the two of them in that forest. Nothing else existed, nothing else mattered. Charlie was standing across from her one moment and in the next, he had taken her into his arms. He kissed her. He kissed her for the years that she had spent waiting for him. Finally, he pulled away to catch his breath. She leaned her head against his chest.
"Charlie..."
He kissed the top of her head and murmured, "Magenta, marry me."