Beauxbatons [Charlie Weasley]

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"You know I cannot ride a broom, Charlie!" Isabelle protests, laughing lightly as he drags her out into the garden, where his brothers are waiting for him, all of them grinning, each holding a broom in their hands.

"Oh, come on! It's a tradition," her boyfriend explains. "Every summer holidays we have a family game of Quidditch. Three on each team. Ginny never plays, and this year we don't have Bill, so it's up to you."

He pulls her over to the other Weasley children, all standing in the backyard with a shabby broom each. Fred and George positively beam when Charlie leads her over to them, rushing forwards to join her.

"Good morning, Issy-Belle!" Fred exclaims, linking one of his arms with hers.

"You're looking splendid as ever," George compliments, linking through her other arm, the twins taking her away from Charlie completely. The older boy scowls.

"Now, Charles has informed us of your immense lack of skill in the Quidditch department," Fred says formally, looking at her seriously after he finishes leading her over to Percy and Ron.

"And I must say that this is a most fortunate opportunity for the two of us," George adds, coming to stand next to Fred in front of Isabelle.

"Because we are the best Quidditch teachers known to everyone and everything," Fred grins.

"Wizards—"

"Muggles—"

"Pelicans—"

"Dragons—"

"Mermaids—"

"Clocks—"

"Fruit—"

"Chairs—"

"And most importantly—"

"Gorgeous French girls," they say together, winking identically at her. Isabelle can't help but chuckle.

Out of the corner of her eye she sees shy little Ron grinning to himself, too, while Percy just rolls his eyes, looking bored of the twins' antics already. Charlie has his arms folded too, and is glaring at the twins with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"Can we get on with it?" Percy snaps. "I do have other things to do, you know."

"Ah yes," Fred says solemnly. "Percy's been very busy lately."

"He's studying full-time to be a prat, you see," George adds.

"We wouldn't want to interrupt that—"

"So we'd better get started."

Percy glares at the two of them, Isabelle trying hard to hide her smirk.

"Alright, teams," Charlie claps his hands together, stepping forward and taking charge. "Percy, Isabelle and me against Ron and the twins. Sort yourselves out into who's the Keeper and who the two Chasers are. Ten minutes to do that, practise, whatever. Then we play."

Surprisingly, everyone listens to Charlie, Quidditch apparently being a very serious business in this family.

Percy, Charlie and Isabelle head over to one section of the backyard, the other group of three heading off to the other side. Charlie turns to his girlfriend. He smiles.

"Time to get you flying," he says, handing her one of the brooms in his hand. The French girl shakes her head.

"I cannot fly, Charlie, you know zis," she protests, but the red-headed boy just grins, ushering her onto the broom, so she stands with her legs either side of it.