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    <name>Charlie Weasley</name>
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    <title>Backstory~Charlie &amp; Bill at the Leaky Cauldron</title>
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    <content type="html">Who: Charlie &amp; Bill&lt;br /&gt;What: What's the Story?&lt;br /&gt;When: July 1997&lt;br /&gt;Status: Complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the back of the Leaky, Charlie nursed his ale waiting for Bill to show up. He was still wearing his work clothes, the flannel shirt torn at the shoulder, mud caking his boots. It'd been a rough day, one of the Welsh's being in a foul temper over an attack by a Horntail. He'd finished up at the reserve, grabbed his pack and the Portkey and arrived five minutes before the time he'd owled Bill and told him to meet him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Molly had written and told him about Bill's run in with Grayback last month and he'd wanted to check on Bill then but couldn't get away, especially since he needed to take time off for Bill and Fleur's wedding. Two days ago another owl had arrived, this time telling him the wedding was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. Something was going on with Bill and he damn well wanted to know what it was.</content>
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    <title>Time to Get This Show On the Road~C (Backstory)</title>
    <published>2006-07-30T17:55:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-30T21:29:17Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bill's Flat&lt;br /&gt;August 1998&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropping his bag on the landing, Charlie rubbed his chin, feeling the couple of days stubble there. It'd been a grueling week, settling everything in Romania, training the replacement for his job. Never had he thought to leave his dragons behind but some things were more important, namely his family and this bloody war. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He'd done all he could for the Order, recruiting on his days off as Dumbledore had requested, but now he needed to be here, in the thick of it with the others. It had taken several months of finagling with the Ministry but his reassignment had finally came through. He would be returning to the reserve as needed, working for the Department of Control of Magical Creatures in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd not owled Bill to let him know he was coming today, reckoning his brother could stand the surprise.</content>
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