RP: Writing
Characters: Charlie Weasley
Location: Welsh Dragon Reserve
Date: 30 June 1999
Warnings: Non-graphic Nudity, Language
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie settles in to work on his book.
Completion: Complete
Charlie pulled off his boots and placed them in their proper spot just inside the door of his cottage. He loosened the fastenings of the dragon hide shirt and shrugged it from this shoulders on the way across the open kitchen-sitting room to his bedroom. After casting a few spells to clean the garment of the worst of the dirt, grime and odors, he folded it and added it to the basket with his other dirty dragon hide pieces to have them cleaned properly. He set his wand on the chest and popped open the button placket of his trousers. The pants followed the shirt into the basket. Charlie rarely wore anything under his work clothes and today was no exception. The only thing remaining was his neck chain with his emergency Portkeys, which he never removed, and his socks which he stripped off and tossed into a separate hamper.
Picking up his wand, Charlie padded naked into the bathroom to shower. He considered having a wank but thought he'd save it for bedtime. There was nothing better to help a bloke off to dreamland than an orgasm, except an orgasm brought on by a willing partner. Even better if that willing partner had a sense of humor and was fit, with fine eyes and wild hair. Unfortunately, a partner was not to be had at the moment. Charlie was all alone and since he never, ever, became intimate with co-workers, there was little chance of him doing anything but flying solo tonight.
A hot shower capped off by a cold blast at the end, had Charlie less randy, plus a lot cleaner and sweeter smelling. He dried off and strolled nude back into his bedroom for a pair of boxers before coming back out to the big front room to work. He had one end of his long kitchen table set up as a desk. He'd was working on fleshing out the outline for the chapter on the Welsh Green Dragons when he'd had to run out to deal with an emergency several hours ago. He reached for his quill and settled back in to work on his book for an hour or two more before bed.
Very few people outside of his colleagues even knew he was writing a book. In fact, very few people outside of those interested in dragons knew that Charles F. Weasley was renown for his published research in his field and considered a leader in solving dragon-related puzzles despite his relative youth. His book was something different from his professional research though. The book was designed to appeal to the general public. Charlie had been secretly working on it since he was 20 years old. His goal was to see it published, with first-hand information on every living dragon species, sometime before his 30th birthday.
If that goal had anything to do with making his parents proud by doing something that would be more expected of his brother Bill, he'd never admit it, except maybe to himself.
Location: Welsh Dragon Reserve
Date: 30 June 1999
Warnings: Non-graphic Nudity, Language
Status: Private
Summary: Charlie settles in to work on his book.
Completion: Complete
Charlie pulled off his boots and placed them in their proper spot just inside the door of his cottage. He loosened the fastenings of the dragon hide shirt and shrugged it from this shoulders on the way across the open kitchen-sitting room to his bedroom. After casting a few spells to clean the garment of the worst of the dirt, grime and odors, he folded it and added it to the basket with his other dirty dragon hide pieces to have them cleaned properly. He set his wand on the chest and popped open the button placket of his trousers. The pants followed the shirt into the basket. Charlie rarely wore anything under his work clothes and today was no exception. The only thing remaining was his neck chain with his emergency Portkeys, which he never removed, and his socks which he stripped off and tossed into a separate hamper.
Picking up his wand, Charlie padded naked into the bathroom to shower. He considered having a wank but thought he'd save it for bedtime. There was nothing better to help a bloke off to dreamland than an orgasm, except an orgasm brought on by a willing partner. Even better if that willing partner had a sense of humor and was fit, with fine eyes and wild hair. Unfortunately, a partner was not to be had at the moment. Charlie was all alone and since he never, ever, became intimate with co-workers, there was little chance of him doing anything but flying solo tonight.
A hot shower capped off by a cold blast at the end, had Charlie less randy, plus a lot cleaner and sweeter smelling. He dried off and strolled nude back into his bedroom for a pair of boxers before coming back out to the big front room to work. He had one end of his long kitchen table set up as a desk. He'd was working on fleshing out the outline for the chapter on the Welsh Green Dragons when he'd had to run out to deal with an emergency several hours ago. He reached for his quill and settled back in to work on his book for an hour or two more before bed.
Very few people outside of his colleagues even knew he was writing a book. In fact, very few people outside of those interested in dragons knew that Charles F. Weasley was renown for his published research in his field and considered a leader in solving dragon-related puzzles despite his relative youth. His book was something different from his professional research though. The book was designed to appeal to the general public. Charlie had been secretly working on it since he was 20 years old. His goal was to see it published, with first-hand information on every living dragon species, sometime before his 30th birthday.
If that goal had anything to do with making his parents proud by doing something that would be more expected of his brother Bill, he'd never admit it, except maybe to himself.