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“I need to leave, Charlie,” she whispered, going rigid.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in confusion.

“I do know them… One is my ex… It wasn’t a pleasant break up,” she explained.

“Sweetheart! I know you weren’t planning on leaving without saying hi.” A brown haired man with green eyes and freckles splattered on his face grinned.

“Actually we were just leaving, Jared,” Christelle said impassively as she grabbed Charlie’s hand and tried for the door. Jared stood in front of her, blocking her way to the door as he placed one of his hands on her shoulder.

“Is this your new boyfriend?” Jared asked as he finally realized who she was with. Charlie stepped in front of Christelle slightly and Jared’s hand fell from her shoulder.

“Charlie, don’t,” Christelle whispered.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Ginger,” Jared said with a smile. “She’s a wild one, that Christelle is… It wasn’t the easiest keeping her in line,” Jared went on. Charlie’s lips tightened into a thin line as he held Christelle’s hand tighter and tried to walk around the group. But Jared grabbed her other hand and pulled her back.

She gasped before realizing that Jared’s hand was removed from hers and he was now lying on the ground, holding his bloody nose. She looked up to see Charlie’s fist clenched, his knuckles red. He started pulling her toward the door as the bartender went to assess the damage. Charlie nodded once toward him as he continued through the door.

They finally stopped when they reached his motorcycle. Christelle’s tears had already started to fall before her other hand gently touched his clenched fist. His eyes were trained on the ground as she drifted her fingertips over his knuckles.

“You didn’t have to hit him,” Christelle finally whispered. He glanced up into her face, but her eyes were on his fist.

“Yes I did,” he murmured. He pulled her into a hug as she started crying. He held her gently as he stroked her hair. “What exactly happened between you two?” he asked hesitantly.

Christelle pulled back, dropping his hands. She wiped her tears quickly from her cheeks before climbing on the motorcycle.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered. Charlie studied her more closely before swinging his leg over the bike too. She automatically coiled her arms around his waist and buried her tear stained face into the crook of his neck.

Charlie parked his motorcycle in front of the Burrow and they both stumbled off of it.

“Do you want to come in? They’re probably still eating…” Charlie suggested.

“No, I think I’ll just go home,” Christelle whispered.

“You know you can talk to me…if you ever want to,” Charlie said softly.

“Thanks, Charlie…for everything,” Christelle whispered before turning on the spot and Apparating home.


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