Tonks didn’t try to hide her shock when Charlie pretended to have company. Her jaw loosened and her eyes grew wide, not knowing what to say or do in response to her ‘interruption’. He had caught her completely off guard, and his expression, as he spoke, was not helping.
What a minute….
“You bastard.” Tonks muttered breathlessly as she realized Charlie had teased. His expression had lightened, and soon she heard him laughing, which made her reach over and playfully hit him on the arm. “That was awful!” she commented, with more volume then last she had used.
When he reopened his door and offered a drink, she blew past him quickly and welcomed herself into his house, especially since there was no ‘company’ and his teasing was solely for his own enjoyment. That selfish pig!
“Yes….. that would be nice, since you are obviously starting the night early!” She stepped passed the front entrance and moved into his flat without looking back at him, but instead surveying the house in its current condition. She noticed there was plenty to
( ... )
Tonks glanced between Charlie’s weird expression to his offered bottle, and then held out her glass for him to take and refill for her, and give her the opportunity to remove her shoes without problems.
“You didn’t have a chance? I want to ask what the bloody hell happened to make you fly from the coop, but, I don’t want to be a pest. And I didn’t mean to make it sound like you are so lazy that they probably fired you because of that first… I was just commenting on what you yourself said. It does surprise me that you are motivated- sometimes. Well no… I take that back.” Her free hand pointed at the bottle in his. “You show lots of motivation.”
Did Tonks, Nymphadora just compliment Weasley, Charlie? ...Had that really just happened?
Charlie gave Tonks an unnerved glance as she gave her shoes another try. He poured her a drink, along with one for himself.
"Well. Thank you. I think... I'll pretend I don't think you have ulterior motives. --And you aren't pesty- er. It's just- well, I don't know how to explain it without sounding idiotic. Er." Charlie held out Tonks' drink. "I got an owl- from Viorica."
She had taken one shoe off without fail, but the other was being stubborn do to the fact that a knot had been created in her irritating laces. Tonks decided to just try and pull the boot off from her foot without worrying about the blasted knot, as she listened to Charlie. She even gave him a sideways glance, when he stated something about interior motives, wondering why he would even think she would have them
( ... )
Charlie ducked instinctively as Tonks' shoe went flying into the Great Unknown of the shack. He smiled at her and swirled his drink around for a minute.
"Viorica, I said," Charlie repeated trying to keep his voice emotionless. Gods, if Tonks knew what emotions were roller-coasting right now---.. Surely she had some idea who he was talking about. He shifted in his chair for a moment.
After taking another drink and feeling a very, very miniscule buzz in the back of his head, Charlie smiled weakly. "From Romania."
The vocal repeat of the name did not jar Tonks from her confused stare at Charlie, but his voice, his rustling in his chair, and then his comment on location made her inhale sharply. Oh Holy Harpy! Was this… did this person, this woman, have to do with what happened to Charlie to make him come back from Romania? The very assumed issues Tonks had thought up when they had a few fighting matches? But then it didn’t make sense… why would his sudden departure for Romania involve an owl from her.
The realization of what could possibly be smacked Tonks in the face rather quickly. She had to down her drink to buy her some time, to cough and hack of course, before she could continue with this rather awkward conversation. Don’t be like that…. he’s listened to your silly problems… least you could do is listen to his. But why would that idiot go back to her? What the hell did she even have to say to him after all this time? How long as it been? Bloody Hell, I know less than I want to admit.“Oh…” Tonks pushed that out of her vocal chords,
( ... )
Charlie inwardly grimaced at Tonks' expression of pure confusion. There were reasons, mainly that had to do with his own insecurities-- and because he didn't really enjoy compromising situations, which normally helped him keep his tongue tight.
Drink, unfortunately, was very good a loosening him up. And yet, it was so satiating.
Charlie felt the boozy blush drain from his face. He tugged on the sleeves of the jumper in a distracted way. Did he really want to get into this? ...Well, she asked, right?
After pouring himself a rather tall drink (this time from a bottle of Scotch-- which would have been better with ice, but...) and downing it in a few swallows, he decided he might as well tell Tonks what had gone on- at least, the first time.
He exhaled. "I’ll just try to start from the- er- beginning. Well, see... while I was in Romania I was with, Merlin-- a lot of different women. And I'm not inflating my own ego here. I'm just stating the fact, before you take a pop on me. Anyway, um... where was I? Oh." Another drink is poured. "
( ... )
What a minute….
“You bastard.” Tonks muttered breathlessly as she realized Charlie had teased. His expression had lightened, and soon she heard him laughing, which made her reach over and playfully hit him on the arm. “That was awful!” she commented, with more volume then last she had used.
When he reopened his door and offered a drink, she blew past him quickly and welcomed herself into his house, especially since there was no ‘company’ and his teasing was solely for his own enjoyment. That selfish pig!
“Yes….. that would be nice, since you are obviously starting the night early!” She stepped passed the front entrance and moved into his flat without looking back at him, but instead surveying the house in its current condition. She noticed there was plenty to ( ... )
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“You didn’t have a chance? I want to ask what the bloody hell happened to make you fly from the coop, but, I don’t want to be a pest. And I didn’t mean to make it sound like you are so lazy that they probably fired you because of that first… I was just commenting on what you yourself said. It does surprise me that you are motivated- sometimes. Well no… I take that back.” Her free hand pointed at the bottle in his. “You show lots of motivation.”
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Charlie gave Tonks an unnerved glance as she gave her shoes another try. He poured her a drink, along with one for himself.
"Well. Thank you. I think... I'll pretend I don't think you have ulterior motives. --And you aren't pesty- er. It's just- well, I don't know how to explain it without sounding idiotic. Er." Charlie held out Tonks' drink. "I got an owl- from Viorica."
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"Viorica, I said," Charlie repeated trying to keep his voice emotionless. Gods, if Tonks knew what emotions were roller-coasting right now---.. Surely she had some idea who he was talking about. He shifted in his chair for a moment.
After taking another drink and feeling a very, very miniscule buzz in the back of his head, Charlie smiled weakly. "From Romania."
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The realization of what could possibly be smacked Tonks in the face rather quickly. She had to down her drink to buy her some time, to cough and hack of course, before she could continue with this rather awkward conversation. Don’t be like that…. he’s listened to your silly problems… least you could do is listen to his. But why would that idiot go back to her? What the hell did she even have to say to him after all this time? How long as it been? Bloody Hell, I know less than I want to admit.“Oh…” Tonks pushed that out of her vocal chords, ( ... )
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Drink, unfortunately, was very good a loosening him up. And yet, it was so satiating.
Charlie felt the boozy blush drain from his face. He tugged on the sleeves of the jumper in a distracted way. Did he really want to get into this? ...Well, she asked, right?
After pouring himself a rather tall drink (this time from a bottle of Scotch-- which would have been better with ice, but...) and downing it in a few swallows, he decided he might as well tell Tonks what had gone on- at least, the first time.
He exhaled. "I’ll just try to start from the- er- beginning. Well, see... while I was in Romania I was with, Merlin-- a lot of different women. And I'm not inflating my own ego here. I'm just stating the fact, before you take a pop on me. Anyway, um... where was I? Oh." Another drink is poured. " ( ... )
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