RP: Boxes and Boxes
Date: 12 September 1999
Characters: Charlie Weasley, other family members?
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie packs boxes.
Completion: Incomplete?
Charlie looked down at the half empty box and turned over the book he'd put inside it. Did he really need a book on broomstick care? He knew all of the little tricks now...maybe he could pass it on to someone else? Did Ginny have a book on broomstick care? He set the book aside and stood up, fetching a pile of clothes so that he could store an old trophy carefully in the box. Then he stood up, looking around. There was quite a bit more to pack away, since he'd been through everything upstairs looking for things that had once been his so that he could have them with him now he was actually moving out. To think he'd lived for so long out of one bag...where had all this stuff come from?
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed - Ron's bed which had been his bed for more than a year. This was such a big step...was he really ready to try it alone again? To have to cook his own meals? Well...he supposed he'd always be welcome at home for dinner, and his parents did deserve to have a chance to live their retirement without thinking about feeding their children when they should be long gone, right? Right. So there was nothing to worry about. He would move out this weekend, and that would be that.
Characters: Charlie Weasley, other family members?
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie packs boxes.
Completion: Incomplete?
Charlie looked down at the half empty box and turned over the book he'd put inside it. Did he really need a book on broomstick care? He knew all of the little tricks now...maybe he could pass it on to someone else? Did Ginny have a book on broomstick care? He set the book aside and stood up, fetching a pile of clothes so that he could store an old trophy carefully in the box. Then he stood up, looking around. There was quite a bit more to pack away, since he'd been through everything upstairs looking for things that had once been his so that he could have them with him now he was actually moving out. To think he'd lived for so long out of one bag...where had all this stuff come from?
He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed - Ron's bed which had been his bed for more than a year. This was such a big step...was he really ready to try it alone again? To have to cook his own meals? Well...he supposed he'd always be welcome at home for dinner, and his parents did deserve to have a chance to live their retirement without thinking about feeding their children when they should be long gone, right? Right. So there was nothing to worry about. He would move out this weekend, and that would be that.