You had been invited by his dad, Arthur Weasley to The Burrow for Christmas. It was a cozy setting: stockings hung by the warm crackling fire, a beautiful and sentimentally decorated christmas tree was pushed into the corner of the sitting room, and presents had been piled high around it. The twins had magical mistletoe hung in doorways to catch unsuspecting couples. Mr. And Mrs Weasley had ended up there a time or two as had Ginny and Harry. The house smelled of fresh pine and the most delicious smell of the feast Molly had prepared.

You had been sat next to Charlie at the table. He wore a traditional red Weasley Christmas sweater with a "C" on the front, and his hair was cut short, which he looked none too happy about. Molly had obviously caught him with the clippers at some point.

He glances over at you and gives you a large friendly smile, and sticks out his hand for you to shake

Hey, I'm Charlie.