Chapter One: Mirror, Mirror
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A sequel of sorts to The Lion and the Unicorn, this time
almost entirely on Charlie Weasley. Make no mistake, the main point
this story is to drive Hallie mad. (Just kidding.) Anyway, it had to
sometime. The plot and characters were all there, just waiting for
What else could I do but bow to their command?
There isn't really a lot of action here, especially not when
with its predecessor, but Charlie has an even cooler job and this
involves a broomstick…
Summary: Sequel to The Lion and the Unicorn. Charlie Weasley
made to face his worst fears… as well as the continuous wrath of his
cras amet qui numquam amavit
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He wasn't exactly sure where he was. He wasn't quite sure that he
awake, either, for all of that, but it seemed irrelevant. Charlie
reminded somewhat of the affair at Stonehenge a little over two
ago- the desolate landscape was not unlike the moor at Avalon. The
ground was damp under his boots and he realized that they were part
his old dragon-keeping wardrobe, caked with mud. A thick layer of
odd mist obscured most of his lower half from view; he was having
seeing more than a few feet in front of his face. Yet somehow he
where he was going; he was drawn towards it inexorably, and soon it
before him on the plain.
A mirror stood not a foot away from him, its surface glittering in
pale moonlight, tempting him with the words scrawled in an elegant
around the edges of the frame. Charlie didn't know exactly how it
be classified a mirror, as it reflected nothing, but that was what
was and he didn't question it. It was still drawing him forwards...
Almost before he realized it, the mirror was closer than he was
with. Charlie put a hand out to stop himself from falling into it,
that it would shatter, but his fingers passed through the surface of
glass as if it were water. He could just barely make out their
on the other side. He wondered what was going on.
The mirror swallowed him whole, and there was blackness.
When he opened his eyes again, he was staring at a familiar
He hadn't seen it in years- it was Hogwarts, of that he was sure,
just which room it was he couldn't place. Charlie also aware that he
not alone- someone was drawing lazy circles on his chest. He closed
eyes again. He remembered well enough that only two women had ever
that to him. But this couldn't be... could it? You didn't just wake
and find yourself in the past. That sort of déja vu just
happen. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.
"Charlie? Wake up, you're going to be late for breakfast."
Oh Merlin. It was.
Without thinking about it, he sat up, causing the oh-so-very-young
to do the same, and found with a start that he was not in any way in
of his actions as he covered her lips in a ravenous kiss. "I was
considering skipping it entirely." Well, this was a new phenomenon.
he had gotten trapped in his romantic history was a complete mystery
Since his body didn't seem to be taking orders anyway, Charlie's
was free to wander. He knew that he was dreaming. How else could he
the complete lack of control over himself? Why was he dreaming this,
in the first place? He certainly hadn't been thinking about Jennifer
late. The last he'd heard of her had been years ago- she'd run off
joined some Muggle band, if he remembered correctly. He wished he
read the words around the mirror; perhaps they would have given some
of a clue.
The only reason Charlie could think of for this particular dream
some very bizarre curse) was sheer exhaustion. It seemed that people
dreamed crazy things when they were overworked and overstressed, and
definitely applied to Charlie. Feeling useless at Hogwarts, Charlie
left to begin Auror training when Hagrid had returned from his
mission to the Giants. Although it did not have the benefit of being
to work closely with magical creatures, at least Charlie could use
talent and contribute better to the war effort. It was a physically
mentally demanding job, but Charlie had fit in quite well there,
if he would rather that he hadn't had to see some of the things he'd
A few months previously, he had been transferred to F.L.A.M.E.-
Law-enforcement Aurors for Mysterious Emergencies. This had several
consequences. First off, he was no longer allowed to talk about his
to anyone not directly affected- F.L.A.M.E. was controlled by the
division. He was also a lot more involved in his profession,
to work more hours and sent on more difficult cases.
But there were also advantages to being a member of F.L.A.M.E. For
thing, it meant that he got to work closely with the squad's mascot
pygmy dragons. They had a nose for Dark magic like no other
creatures, and the fact that they were their own transportation made
ideal for use in conjunction with flight squads. The only real
as far as Charlie was concerned was that the green ones seemed to be
susceptible to infection (which could easily be avoided, if you knew
about pygmy dragons. Unfortunately, many of Charlie's colleagues
By the time Charlie could be bothered to pay attention to what was
on again, he was entering the Great Hall. He'd missed a rather long
considering how far it was from the Head Girl's quarters to the
table, along with some other stuff that he would never repeat in
company unless he was extremely drunk (or possibly concussed). With
start, he noticed the decorations hanging from the ceiling. Of all
days for him to have to relive, of course it would be this one.
groaned inwardly, since he seemed incapable of manipulating his
or his body.
Everything was just as he remembered it. That is, when he had to
it. Generally Charlie liked to forget this particular morning as
as possible. It was perfectly understandable, of course. He didn't
enjoy discovering that his girlfriend had been cheating on him with
Head Boy; reliving it was something to be avoided.
He wasn’t paying much attention as he walked away from them, his
unsure if it wanted to punch something or find a dark hole to crawl
In the end he did neither, but grabbed his broom from his dormitory
spent the rest of the dream flying above the Quidditch pitch in an
What an absurd dream, Charlie thought, opening one eye and
blearily at his alarm clock. It was just after eight, and as it was
day off, there had been a promise of sleeping in. That promise was
now, along with any good the sleep might have done him.
He got up and stretched, deciding that if he was awake he might as
get ready for the day. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Charlie
his towel from the rack and headed towards the shower.
Owing to the Law of Inconvenience, just after he had gotten the
into his hair, there was a loud, urgent-sounding knock at the door.
contemplated just leaving it and finishing his shower in peace. It
his day off, after all. Eventually, however, the gallant Gryffindor
won out and he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped
his waist. "I'm coming!"
Muttering something that could feasibly have been a plea for the
in charge to give him a break, Charlie entered his sitting room on
way to the door and was only slightly surprised to find that it was
occupied. "Kate!" He felt the blood drain from his face. "Good gods,
happened to you?" She was almost completely covered in blood and
Her clothes- she was dressed as a Muggle, an auxiliary part of
brain noted- had been torn in several places, and her eyes were wide
He decided that she was probably in shock- he'd certainly seen its
before, but rarely on one of his best friends.
"What?" she said, glancing down at herself. Luckily she didn't seem
the mood to notice that he was only wearing a towel. "That's not
she stated blandly. Then she seemed to wake up. She went from slow,
distracted speech to Chipmunk on Glue in less than three seconds.
you've got to get the Aurors- there's been a Death Eater attack on
Muggle underground- they're torturing people- and Remus and Hallie
down there with me!"
Charlie swore. What a wonderful way to start the morning- three
of very bad news in one very short little sentence. Well, if the
purpose of his day off was already ruined… "Hold that thought." He
the sitting room and returned a moment later wearing an old pair of
the first article of clothing he'd come across- and toweling off his
"Where are they?" he asked, retrieving his wand. Belatedly, he
his first aid training and Summoned his teakettle from the kitchen.
this, it'll calm your nerves." He hoped she wouldn't notice that it
exactly tea. On the other hand, it was probably a bad idea to give
tea, anyway; being rather more Australian than British at least
taste was concerned, Kate loathed the stuff.
"About three blocks south-west of here," Kate answered, hands
as she tried to hold the cup steady. "Don't remember the name of the
She took a small sip grimaced. "Why are we wasting time? Just get
Bugger that, thought Charlie, I am the
"No time," he said, grabbing his broomstick from the stand by the
"At least put a shirt on," Kate pleaded. "It's January, after
"Every second lost is another life wasted," he recited
donning his Everyday Cloak. It wasn't hard to believe that the two
of intense training still took over in times of stress, no matter
hard he tried to override it. Sometimes it got him into situations
couldn't explain his way out of.
"Why can't you just Firetalk the Aurors?"
"It'll be too late," Charlie answered grimly, remembering the
he'd overheard. If Remus and Hallie were on the same subway…
"Oh really?" She was physically blocking his path to the door
He rolled his eyes, realizing he was going to have to tell her.
pregnant. Now move!"
"I won't be gone long. Just stay here."
"Like hell I will! I'm bloody well coming with you!"
"Over my dead body!" Charlie exclaimed. "You're hurt and you are
"I will not!" Kate insisted. Charlie, however, had already locked
door with one of his almost-unbreakable Locking Spells and jumped
the south-west window on his broomstick. He knew that Kate knew
than to try to Apparate herself out- Charlie was paranoid and had
anti-Apparition wards set up around his apartment than some
offices at the Ministry of Magic. Behind him, he heard, "Charles
You bloody Pom! Let me out of here this minute! Charlie!" But he
even looked back.
Charlie had probably never flown so recklessly in his life. Several
he had to swerve to avoid buildings, other broomsticks and the
flock of misguided geese. He reached the scene of the crime in
a rather obvious steaming crack in the ground underneath an even
obvious sign of trouble- the Dark Mark hung low in the sky just
him. Charlie descended quickly into the underground.
It was a complete disaster. Scarcely-moving bodies and bits of
car were everywhere. Only the emergency lights inside were glowing
many of these appeared to be malfunctioning), giving the whole thing
even eerier feel to it. A huge rent was torn in the side of the car
Charlie; he lit his wand and stepped inside.
He was met with only chaos, although it was chaos of a quiet,
type. Bodies were strewn across the seats and on the floor; some
hung by their wrists, having been holding on to the plastic overhead
when the curse hit. Charlie strongly suspected Dormus Requiem, a
hex that petrified masses and forced them to suffer through
Had it been possible to use against wizards, the war would have
been lost, but it was as simple to block or remove as it was to
Even when unanticipated, all it caused was a sort of instant sleep.
decided to leave it for a moment longer, just until he found Remus
Two bright lights bobbed in the darkness that took over one car
from him and Charlie could just make out a voice and a cough. "Who's
"Remus?" he inquired, feeling relieved. "It's Charlie. What on
happened? Why aren't you asleep like the rest of them?"
"It appears Severus' vaccine has some use after all," Remus
picking his way closer to Charlie, almost distractedly offering his
to Hallie so she wouldn't trip. Charlie hid his grimace at the name.
good thing, too, or Kate would never have gotten to you. I assume
she did get to you?"
Charlie nodded. "I never would have known this had happened
It's my day off," he explained. "Well. Should we take the curse off
them? Was there much damage?"
Remus sniffed, looking ill, and grimaced. "At least five Muggles
dead," he answered eventually. "No more than seven. About eight more
tortured. I'm also fairly sure there were some Memory Charms used."
"Wonderful," Charlie growled, pulling his wand. "Exsuscito
The one downside of the counter-curse was that, although it was
it took an amazing amount of energy to cast over so many people. It
extremely draining, especially when you had to cast it several times
one day. "I suppose we'd better-"
A voice from behind cut him off. "Charlie? Isn't it your day
He turned around, recognizing the owner of the voice right off.
right. Hello, Riley." He frowned slightly, looking at the small,
dragon hovering a few meters above his team member. "What's Angel
here? Has Aidan got another throat infection?"
Riley MacKenzie flushed slightly. "Actually, yes."
Charlie's usual partner set down on the dirty pavement beside him,
around for the Pepper Imps he sometimes, against his better
allowed her to have. He scratched her ruff affectionately. "Riley,
many times have I told you? Just get him to swallow a spot of honey.
really not that difficult; I can help you if you need me to." He
when the other man looked properly chastised. Elves, Charlie
ruefully. Really, if he was going to have a dragon he might as well
how to take care of one. "The Muggles are just waking up. It was
Requiem again." He sighed. "We'll have to go in to make a statement,
suppose. Coming, you two?"
Remus and Hallie nodded. "Right," Charlie said. "Well, I guess that
the cleaning up for you, Riley." He shrugged apologetically. "Bye,
Angel. Honestly. That was what he got for asking Fred's opinion on
the little demon should be named. It had stuck, too. She refused to
to anything else.
The three of them Disapparated, Charlie wondering if he would ever
get a day off.
He knew he was in serious trouble the minute he walked in the door,
and Remus in tow. The encounter at the Ministry had been brief,
to the fact that he'd threatened to quit if they disrespected that
was his day off, but Katherine had still been locked up in his
in Muggle London for over an hour.
A single glance confirmed his suspicion. Kate was sitting on his
a coffee mug in one hand, calmly leafing through The Daily
The Daily Telegraph and The Guardian, Muggle
laid beside each other on the end table. It was probable that they
already been looked through. When she spoke, there was a dangerous
in her voice. "Hello, Charlie."
Uh-oh. Now he'd done it. Kate could put up with a lot of things
indeed did, being his best friend), but being treated like an owlet
not one of them. Charlie wondered how badly he'd be punished for
particular offense. "Kate, I can explain…"
"Explain what, Charlie?" she asked lightly, setting down the
The photographed wizards on the front page were scrambling for
"Hello, Hallie, Remus. I didn't see you there."
Hallie and Remus, Charlie noted, were almost cowering in the
trying their best not to be seen. Thanks for the backup,
Charlie thought dryly. Then again… she didn't sound angry. A
part of his brain made a smartass comment about that being because
one had ever pissed her off quite like this and lived to tell about
"Explain, ah, running off and locking you up in here?" he
"Oh, Charlie, that's not a problem." She flashed him a
"It's not?" Charlie asked weakly, not trusting his good luck. It
just too good to possibly be true. A knot of dread formed in his
All the times he'd made her angry… she was finally going to snap.
was going to kill him. His life was flashing before his eyes.
"Oh, no," Kate said. "No, I have nothing better to do this morning
hang around your apartment reading your six newspapers- which I
don't understand why you need, by the way- waiting for you to come
release me! It's not like I have any important appointments or
It's not like I was worried sick about you, thanks a lot for letting
know you were alright, by the way." Charlie flinched. "But oh no,
thought, Katherine can't possibly come along, she's far too fragile!
her father was a Death Eater, she obviously knows no compassion! She
possibly understand or share the need to help the helpless!" Kate
standing now, shaking with the force of her anger. "Let me tell you,
Weasley, this witch doesn't need to take that from
Before he could react, she pushed angrily past him into the
Dumbstruck, Charlie could do nothing for several moments. Fairly
his mouth was hanging open, he glanced at Remus for advice. Remus
shrugged, seeming to say, 'What are you asking me for? She's
friend.' Deciding that Remus was generally very little help when it
to dealing with volatile Australians, Charlie took off after her at
dead run. "Kate!"
When he caught up with her, which wasn't too long after as
wards made it impossible for her to Disapparate, it was in the small
area on the ground floor. Her back was to him and she was almost out
door, still moving rather quickly. "Kate! Wait, I'm sorry, I
She turned around and Charlie's guilt level tripled. Apparently
was not only angry, but extremely upset. Charlie suddenly found time
be very glad that none of his neighbors- mostly old Muggle women who
on Kate like she was their long-lost granddaughter- had chosen this
day to take a swim in the pool off the lobby. Gods damn it,
thought with a sigh. He always managed to upset the people he cared
about. The previous month it had almost always been Anya, but that
least was understandable: she'd been in the last stages of pregnancy
somewhat fragile emotionally. "I promise I'll never lock you in my
again." Without good reason, he added mentally. "Huge lapse
judgement on my part." Even if I do have good reason to be
for you. There weren't six different types of wards on his
for nothing- the Dark Forces would do almost anything to get at him,
lately it seemed that a lot of people he knew were in a lot more
than they should have been. "How can I make it up to you?"
Kate wiped the last traces of tears from her eyes. In his
they had never gotten so far as to roll down her cheeks. "It's not
you have to make it up to," she explained. "You see, there was a
that Hallie, Remus and I were on the subway this morning, and
me, it wasn't to come and visit you."
"Oh?" Charlie asked curiously, extremely relieved that she wasn't
to tear into him again.
"Yes," Kate said, now sporting a mysterious smile. "Your first
was believing that Hallie was pregnant. You really ought to know
His confusion must have been apparent, because she continued, "In
you'd forgotten, the main reason that this is not possible is that
is a werewolf. Now, I realize that, anatomically speaking, there is
nothing that would suggest that Hallie conceiving would be a
but unfortunately for the two of them, the cellular processes
in pregnancy are rather closer to impossible for a werewolf and a
Are you following all this, Charlie?"
He flushed slightly, unable to believe how blind he'd been. "I
"Wonderful. Anyway, the conversation you probably misheard was
something along the same lines. Do you know what institution you
find if you ventured just six blocks south-west of this very
Charlie was confused for a moment, but realization soon dawned on
Kate snorted. "Yes, oh."
"The Muggle orphanage."
"The very same one where Sirius used to volunteer." She smiled
wistfully. "You know, it's probably not too late. How many
do you think they actually have?"
"You can take my car if you still want to go," Charlie offered.
has her license, right?"
"Yeah, but you wouldn't catch me in the vehicle with her." Charlie
Kate was slightly phobic when it came to transportation. She could
the Floo network, Apparition, the Knight Bus and subways, but just
to get her to take a Portkey anywhere…
"I suppose you were going to coach them on their legalisms while
tried to sniff out a young witch or wizard?"
"Actually, it's more the Muggle-isms they were worried about," Kate
"But, prior plans and such notwithstanding, if you wanted to make it
to me, there is something I've always wanted to learn how to
"Yes?" Charlie prompted, hoping like heck it was something normal
knowing he was doomed.
"After all, it's January- 'tis the season and all that…"
Charlie's heart sank. She wouldn't- "Kate, just say it
She grinned insufferably at him. "Grab some Muggle clothes,
You're taking me ice-skating."
"Kate," Charlie begged one more time in a last-ditch effort to get
of what he'd gotten himself into. "Please don't make me do
She stuck her tongue out at him. "Come on, Charlie, how bad can it
Muggles do it." She wobbled precariously on her rented skates. For
reason, he was suddenly very afraid of her.
"This goes far beyond any reasonable payback," Charlie growled,
to stand. He very nearly fell right back down again. "I hope you're
to be embarrassed."
The rink was unfairly crowded, Charlie thought. It wouldn't much
surprised him if Kate had called all of her Muggle friends and told
that today there would be comedy on ice. They stumbled out onto the
surface, holding on to each other for support. "Kate, has it
to you that this is a very bad idea?"
Laughing, she took a few clumsy strides in the same general
as the masses. "Don't be such a spoilsport."
He made a face at her. "I'm going to be sore tomorrow, aren't I?"
decided that attempting to follow Kate would be a very bad idea.
Muggles were pushy beasts by nature and eventually he found that he
a choice: move with the crowd and make a fool of himself, or not
and make a fool of himself.
However, as Charlie soon discovered, ice-skating was not as easy as
looked. He only got a few paces before he slipped and landed
on his behind.
Kate, hearing his startled exclamation, glanced back over her
and, upon seeing him, burst into peals of laughter. This apparently
her already precarious balance and she, too, was soon feeling the
ice against her backside. She kept laughing.
A pair of legs skated by him (Charlie couldn't help but notice that
were very nice legs), did a complicated-looking sort of spin stop,
were joined by the face of their owner in Charlie's field of vision.
belonged to a young woman of about twenty-five, rosy-cheeked and
all the more striking for her plain features. "You look like you
use some help," she offered, reaching out a hand to help him up.
your first time?"
Grinning ruefully, he accepted her hand and managed to pull himself
"Thanks. Is it that obvious?" After a few more seconds of rather
gloved contact she reluctantly released him. He managed to skate
to Kate without falling again, and found that (almost to his dismay)
had picked up an admirer. "Come on, you; this was your idea." He
her to her feet.
Kate looked at the Muggle appraisingly. "Found a friend already,
you?" she smirked. "Is she one of us?"
Charlie shook his head, understanding immediately what she meant.
Ice-skating expert. Er, this is-"
"Elise," said the Muggle, extending her hand to Kate.
"Hello, Elise," Kate said, rather less politely than the Muggle had
herself. "I'm Kate. And ash-for-brains over here is Charlie." He
her a look. Kate continued as they tried to skate around a long,
curve in the rink, "He's the strong, silent type."
Charlie purposefully skated into her, causing her to shriek and
backwards, grabbing onto his jacket to steady herself and taking him
with her. They both landed hard on the ice. "Ouch!" Charlie
purposefully choosing not to notice the excellent view he again had
"So how long have you two been together?" the Muggle asked once
were both back on their feet.
The question hung ominously in Charlie's mind and set off warning
in his brain. Automatically and even guiltily he released Kate's
suddenly painfully aware that he had been holding it.
Kate seemed as abashed as he was. "We're not actually-" she began,
slightly. Charlie swore to himself and looked apprehensively over
shoulder. Nobody was watching them that he could discern, but he
had that feeling…
"I knew it!" she exclaimed triumphantly, grinning. Charlie was just
ready to wince when the Muggle waved a jaunty farewell and skated
to join a group of young women drinking hot chocolate. "I told you
weren't," he overheard her say as he and Kate stumbled by. "Come on,
He risked tripping over his rented skates and turned to regard Kate
a very dry expression. "Should we resent being bet upon?" Kate asked
he had a chance.
"I'm not sure. I don't know how I feel about being dismissed like
though," he said ruefully. "I must be starting to look my
Kate grinned at him and looked over her shoulder. "You weren't
much attention, were you? I really don't think you need to worry
that being the reason Elise didn't find you interesting
As they circled around again, Charlie saw what she meant. There was
something more than platonic between Elise and her lady friend.
said Charlie wisely, lifting his skate to avoid falling over a
mislaid mitten. "Well, I have to say that I still can't fault her
"Sycophant," Kate accused, gliding a few feet in front of him. "I'm
even sure you know who you're flattering."
"That makes two of us, then," Charlie admitted as she executed a
wobbly but reasonably tight spin on the ice. "Hey, how did you do
"I'm not sure," she replied. "Oh, look at that, do you think I
He didn't give her time to answer. The insistent nagging in the
of his mind grew to a throbbing crescendo. Charlie grabbed her hand
pulled her off of the ice and behind a table, tipping it over just
the first curses rang out. "Ouch!" she began to complain. "Charlie,
the bloody- oh." Kate quieted when she realized that the flashes
not a sort of Muggle daytime firework. "Where the bloody devil is my
Apparently she'd realized that he had confiscated it. At the time
had seemed the best way to keep her behind cover, but now he
that he really didn't want her without it. How in blazes was she
to defend herself without her wand? Charlie passed it back to her
pulled out his own at the same time.
A quick Locator Spell pointed them in the general direction of
and, on the count of three, Charlie stood and aimed his wand.
Only Kate's lightning-quick reflexes saved him from a particularly
Dormius Curse. Swearing, Charlie brought his wand to bear.
multica!" he shouted, blasting multiple Stun hexes back to where
curses had originated. Few wizards had the power to cast spells of
magnitude, but Charlie's experience with dragons marked him as one
the few. He wasn't sure he'd ever been quite this grateful for
The curses stopped altogether. Kate looked at him questioningly- he
she would probably want an explanation- and peered over the
Charlie stood and hopped over it, sliding a bit on the ice because
the skates. Four dark-skinned young men were sprawled on the surface
the ice, unconscious. With the Muggles in the area still under some
of the Dormius, Charlie decided to do some investigating.
All four were wearing cloaks with a crest that was unfamiliar to
None of them had any ID of any sort on them save the Dark Marks
into their left forearms. Charlie was getting the unhappy impression
he might have to go into work again to interrogate these
when a voice came from behind him.
"South Darwin Secondary School for Wizards," Kate said quietly,
him. He wished she would stay away from anything that had to do with
Activity, but sometimes it seemed that her father's past rather
catching up with her.
"You know these kids?" Charlie asked, gathering their wands. Under
breath, he muttered a spell to summon a Ministry Cleanup Crew.
Kate shook her head. "They go to the same school I went to in
one specializing in the Dark Arts, but I've never seen them before."
grimaced. "I bet I could tell you what they're doing here."
He sighed. "Summer in Australia."
The Cleanup Wizards, ever prompt, began arriving. Charlie passed
of them the four wands and continued talking to Kate. "Do you think
could be responsible for the attack this morning?"
She sighed. "No. They didn't have enough experience- didn't sound
It was definitely a group of British wizards earlier."
He nodded grimly; he'd suspected as much. The Death Eaters were not
foolhardy as to provide the Ministry with a set of partial
that might match and give them full identities. The same group never
twice within a week. "Let's go," Charlie said, feeling the
rush drain out of him. "Want to Floo back to your place? Or are you
for Apparition?" It took a lot of restraint on his part not to offer
or insist she take- a room at his apartment. He knew she would never
anyway- Kate, unlike others, had absolutely no inclination
to submit to his overprotective tendencies. On that matter she
to humor him at all. But sometimes if he neglected to make her feel
she was being big-brothered…
"Actually, can I kip on your sofa? I'm bushed."
Charlie fought the urge to sigh in relief. Two attacks in one day
Kate uncomfortably close to being a victim in both of them. He was
extremely suspicious. He didn't know why, but someone was after his
friend almost the same way they were after him. "Sure," he answered.
even let you teach me how to use a microwave."
She smiled. "Muggle-isms? You've been living in their world for too
"Tell me about it," he replied, offering her his arm. "Come on,
go." But he was still preoccupied with his friend's safety- or lack
End part one.