OWL: Charlie
Characters: Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley
Location: Respective residences
Date: 11 January 2000
Status: Private
Summary: What's shakin', lil bro?
Completion: Complete.
Charlie,
Charles. Fabian. Weasley.
That's right, I middle-named you. What, let me repeat, what have you been doing while I've been in France? Let our sibs go gallivanting the countryside - the Arctic, my man. Mum was having fits, wasn't she? I am ashamed, chap, very ashamed.
Ashamed that I wasn't invited to play.
Tell you what. Take a day off from getting scorched by either A. dragons or B. Mum's tongue and come tell me all about it, and I shall consider forgiving you. It's not even a long trip, Chuck, because I am At Home, as the novels say. Shell Cottage, you remember it, nice place. Cobwebs everywhere, though. Pop round, would you? I'm indulging myself for the next few days in good English cooking and some honest English tea. French cuisine is nice, but if I eat one more bit of cheese and baguette with Circe knows what sort of squishy toadstool paste --
It just won't be pretty, that's all I have to say.
Visit me, you pillock, or I'll visit the wrath of the older brother upon you.
Bill
Location: Respective residences
Date: 11 January 2000
Status: Private
Summary: What's shakin', lil bro?
Completion: Complete.
Charlie,
Charles. Fabian. Weasley.
That's right, I middle-named you. What, let me repeat, what have you been doing while I've been in France? Let our sibs go gallivanting the countryside - the Arctic, my man. Mum was having fits, wasn't she? I am ashamed, chap, very ashamed.
Ashamed that I wasn't invited to play.
Tell you what. Take a day off from getting scorched by either A. dragons or B. Mum's tongue and come tell me all about it, and I shall consider forgiving you. It's not even a long trip, Chuck, because I am At Home, as the novels say. Shell Cottage, you remember it, nice place. Cobwebs everywhere, though. Pop round, would you? I'm indulging myself for the next few days in good English cooking and some honest English tea. French cuisine is nice, but if I eat one more bit of cheese and baguette with Circe knows what sort of squishy toadstool paste --
It just won't be pretty, that's all I have to say.
Visit me, you pillock, or I'll visit the wrath of the older brother upon you.
Bill