RP: They Didn't Make It Easy
Characters: Charlie Weasley
Location: Welsh Dragon Reserve
Date: 14 June 1999
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie returns from a brief trip back to Romania.
Completion: Complete
A tired and dirty Charlie Weasley tossed his pack on to the chair. He'd love to get his hands on the Ministry puke who thought up this restricted access to the Continent business. Instead of being able to use his own Portkey directly into the Romania Dragon Reserve, he'd had to go through the Ministry's Transportation Department to get a Portkey to the Romanian Ministry. Once there, he was able to use his own Portkey to take him onto the Romanian Reserve, which he should have been bloody able to do directly from Wales in the first place. At least the return trip had been easier to arrange. As bollocksed up as some things could be in Romania, their Transportation Department was first rate. The country saw a lot of business from tourism since Transylvania was a popular destination for holiday tours and it was important to the Romanian economy to keep the visitors happy.
It was on-going research he was contracted to complete in Romania that had drawn him away for a few weeks from his current position as Lead Researcher at the Welsh Dragon Reserve. It was a position he'd taken last September when it became clear that the small reserve was in serious need of help. The Welsh Reserve had been an excellent opportunity for Charlie Weasley. The opportunity to be in charge of all research being conducted on a species wasn't anything new for Charlie, he'd been a Senior Researcher in charge of all the research on various species in Romania for four years when he'd received the offer to come to Wales last summer. No, his role in heading the research wasn't really any different in that regard. What was different, was that here, he was both learning and teaching how to properly run a Reserve as well.
Also different was that there really wasn't much known about the Welsh Greens.
The Welsh Dragon Reserve had been mismanaged and poorly run for decades. Very little of the research coming out of the place made any sense to anyone experienced in working with dragons. It was only now, after months of retraining the existing staff and hiring new researchers that quality research was being seen. Charlie felt extraordinary proud of how far his staff had come in the nine months he'd been here. His team of researchers had been left in the hands of his second, whom he'd talked into making the move back to Britain from Romania after he'd arrived and found there was no one really capable of assuming that role on staff. He'd find her and catch up tomorrow. Tonight he needed a hot shower, maybe even a nice soak in the tub.
The Romanians might have the leg up on the Brits as far as Portkeys were concerned but they were sadly lacking in the hot water department. It had been mostly cold showers and dips in lakes fed by the melting snow from the high elevations for Charlie the past few weeks. He was pleased to be back in the small private cottage he rated as a member of the senior staff. Having his own bath and a bedroom separate from the combined sitting-kitchen area was a huge perk. Not that the small set of cupboards, sink and two burner stove really qualified as a kitchen but he didn't cook much in it anyway besides tea. The common mess hall was fine for him.
Charlie tugged off his boots and started stripping down for his shower. He wondered how Ron and Gin had done on their N.E.W.T.s. He'd been busy preparing for his trip -- not to mention dealing with his mum's pleas that he promise to come back soon -- to have much time to follow up with his sibs. He'd write them tomorrow and maybe pop in to see how George and Bill were getting on since he wasn't on call until eight tomorrow evening. For now, he'd settle for being clean and hitting the sheets. Tomorrow would be here soon enough.
Location: Welsh Dragon Reserve
Date: 14 June 1999
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie returns from a brief trip back to Romania.
Completion: Complete
A tired and dirty Charlie Weasley tossed his pack on to the chair. He'd love to get his hands on the Ministry puke who thought up this restricted access to the Continent business. Instead of being able to use his own Portkey directly into the Romania Dragon Reserve, he'd had to go through the Ministry's Transportation Department to get a Portkey to the Romanian Ministry. Once there, he was able to use his own Portkey to take him onto the Romanian Reserve, which he should have been bloody able to do directly from Wales in the first place. At least the return trip had been easier to arrange. As bollocksed up as some things could be in Romania, their Transportation Department was first rate. The country saw a lot of business from tourism since Transylvania was a popular destination for holiday tours and it was important to the Romanian economy to keep the visitors happy.
It was on-going research he was contracted to complete in Romania that had drawn him away for a few weeks from his current position as Lead Researcher at the Welsh Dragon Reserve. It was a position he'd taken last September when it became clear that the small reserve was in serious need of help. The Welsh Reserve had been an excellent opportunity for Charlie Weasley. The opportunity to be in charge of all research being conducted on a species wasn't anything new for Charlie, he'd been a Senior Researcher in charge of all the research on various species in Romania for four years when he'd received the offer to come to Wales last summer. No, his role in heading the research wasn't really any different in that regard. What was different, was that here, he was both learning and teaching how to properly run a Reserve as well.
Also different was that there really wasn't much known about the Welsh Greens.
The Welsh Dragon Reserve had been mismanaged and poorly run for decades. Very little of the research coming out of the place made any sense to anyone experienced in working with dragons. It was only now, after months of retraining the existing staff and hiring new researchers that quality research was being seen. Charlie felt extraordinary proud of how far his staff had come in the nine months he'd been here. His team of researchers had been left in the hands of his second, whom he'd talked into making the move back to Britain from Romania after he'd arrived and found there was no one really capable of assuming that role on staff. He'd find her and catch up tomorrow. Tonight he needed a hot shower, maybe even a nice soak in the tub.
The Romanians might have the leg up on the Brits as far as Portkeys were concerned but they were sadly lacking in the hot water department. It had been mostly cold showers and dips in lakes fed by the melting snow from the high elevations for Charlie the past few weeks. He was pleased to be back in the small private cottage he rated as a member of the senior staff. Having his own bath and a bedroom separate from the combined sitting-kitchen area was a huge perk. Not that the small set of cupboards, sink and two burner stove really qualified as a kitchen but he didn't cook much in it anyway besides tea. The common mess hall was fine for him.
Charlie tugged off his boots and started stripping down for his shower. He wondered how Ron and Gin had done on their N.E.W.T.s. He'd been busy preparing for his trip -- not to mention dealing with his mum's pleas that he promise to come back soon -- to have much time to follow up with his sibs. He'd write them tomorrow and maybe pop in to see how George and Bill were getting on since he wasn't on call until eight tomorrow evening. For now, he'd settle for being clean and hitting the sheets. Tomorrow would be here soon enough.