Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his world do not belong to me.
A/N: So this is new (duh). Staring Charlie Weasley and my OC. I hope you guys enjoy it. It's still kind of in the developing stage but it should be okay.
Charlie Weasley walked through a Muggle town, feeling slightly forlorn and tired. This whole thing, the war, was driving him insane. His family which had always been so strong and cheerful, seemed to be falling apart. He even missed Percy.
He just wanted it all to be over. He wanted Voldemort to be finally be defeated so he could go on with his life. Dragons didn't even give him the enjoyment they used to give him. All because of this war. As soon as this was over, he'd go back to his dragons . . . maybe he'd find a girl and settle down. . . .
Well, he'd go back to his dragons at least.
Charlie pulled his jacket tighter around him as the wind and the snow pressed against him almost painfully, but the chill against his face almost felt good, refreshing. He stopped for a moment, breathing in deep, loving the smell of fresh air compared to what he had been breathing in during the many fights he'd been dragged into. The price to pay when your little brother's best friend is Harry Potter.
"Pardon me." Charlie moved out the way as a man exited a shop. The smell of tea and coffee hit in the face and he inhaled the wonderful smell happily. He looked up at the sign.
Cozy Tea Shop
Charlie hesitated slightly before going inside. He'd never been into a Muggle store before.
It was warm and snug inside, not too crowded but it seemed to be rather popular. Muggles sat around the shop drinking tea and coffee. Some of them had those "labtob" things his dad often talked about while others read books. A group of teenagers sat in front of the one fireplace, laughing and sipping on their coffee.
"Welcome to Cozy Tea Shop," a man said, startling Charlie. He smiled kindly. "How many of you are there today?"
Charlie looked around kind of stupidly before looking back at the man. "Just me," he responded.
"All right, just follow me." Charlie let them man lead him to a table in the middle of shop. "You're waitress will be around shortly."
The man left Charlie to go stand back at the front of the shop.
Feeling rather claustrophobic in the small shop, Charlie took off his jacket and his scarf, stretching slightly. Sure, he'd hoped for a warm place to go but maybe this was slightly too warm.
"Hello." Charlie looked up to see a very pretty young girl standing over him. She wore a short black skirt and a tucked in red shirt. She smiled brightly at him with large gray eyes and short black hair. "Welcome to the Cozy Tea Shop where tea isn't our only specialty. My name's Rose and I'll be your waitress today. How can I help you today?"
She didn't look older than twenty-two and she was awfully cute. "I'm Charlie," he said, feeling dumb.
She smiled, laughing slightly. "Nice to meet you Charlie. What can I get you?"
"I'm, er, not exactly sure. I've never been here before."
"Seriously? Oh, well than can I recommend you try our vanilla cream coffee? It was the first thing I tried when I started working here and I've gotten quite hooked on it. And also, our tarts are very good."
"Uh, all right. I'll take the vanilla cream coffee and a, uh, strawberry tart."
"Coming right up sir."
"Charlie."
She hesitated for a second before smiling at him again. "Charlie, then."
Charlie watched as she walked off, a slight blush coloring his ears. She was probably terrified of him now. Five minutes or so later, though, she came back with his coffee and his tart. "Here you go Charlie," she said. "Enjoy and call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
She walked off again and Charlie was tempted to call her back but he didn't. Instead, he contented himself with drinking and eating his coffee and tart slowly, watching her as she moved around the shop, taking and delivering orders. She was easily the prettiest waiters in the shop which would explain why he heard many of the customers (male) ask for her.
Unfortunately, though, the coffee and the tart didn't last long and he knew he had better leave before he started to look incredibly creepy.
"Hello, Charlie," Rose said, coming over to him again with his bill. "I hope you enjoyed your coffee."
"Oh, yeah, I did," he said, grinning at her.
"That's great," she said. "I told you it was the best. Anyway, here's your bill and I hope to see you again. . . . I mean, back in the shop, er, buying more coffee, and uh . . .goodbye."
She hurried off to the next table, a slight blush in her cheeks. Charlie got up, his eyes still on her as he dug in his pockets for some Muggle change. Luckily he had some, thanks to his dad and he paid the bill with the man up front.
"Come again," he said.
Charlie smiled and nodded. He'd definitely come again.
Rose POV
"He was cute," Shelly, a blond girl with bright blue eyes, said as Rose passed her.
Rose frowned slightly, knowing exactly who her friend was talking about but choosing to play dumb. "Who?"
"You know," Shelly said. "The red-headed guy."
"You mean Charlie?" Rose asked, forgetting her plan.
"Ohh, his name is Charlie," said Jessica, a brunette with green eyes. "So we're on a first name bases are we?"
"It really isn't that serious. He asked me to use his first name."
"Sounds serious to me," Heather said giggling and swinging her own red hair over her shoulder, her bright brown eyes wide.
"You know girls," Shelly said, "I didn't think we'd ever get a guy in here that would make our Rose blush but I was wrong."
"He didn't make me blush."
"That smile would have made me blush," Heather said, waving her hand in front of her face. "He certainly was fit though, wasn't he?"
"Certainly," Jessica said, laughing.
"Oh, come on, you guys," Rose said, the blush creepy back to her cheeks. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. I barely even know the guy. And I certainly doubt he'll be coming back any time soon."
She turned her back on her friends hearing Shelly whisper to the other two. "I bet you two pounds he comes back tomorrow."
"Deal," Jessica and Heather said.