Complicated (Charlie Weasley x reader)

Chapter 31 You're just... too beautiful.

Edited**

Slight sexual theme at the end... you know... in case you don't like things like that... (no smut/lemon/what ever you call it, so don't go get your hopes up if you do like that.)

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A few hours had passed since you healed Charlies open wounds, and you were currently sitting in the living room. Charlie had offered to help you sort through the boxes, and since you didn't want to possibly sit there for days on end you accepted.

"I have another one filled with journals, though these ones look really old." Charlie got your attention, picking up one of the journals to show you.

"Hmm... this doesn't look like grandma's handwriting." You took the book in your hand to examine it, turning it every possible way before you opened it to the first page. "Odin Fossen..." you read out loud, mostly to yourself, but of course Charlie had heard you.

"Who's that?" Charlie looked up at you, holding another journal in his hands.

"I don't know." You furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you observed the journal. "I know Fossen was my mothers maiden-name, but I've never heard of an Odin... but I think I might have an idea." Putting the journal down you got up from the sofa and walked over to one of the boxes in the corner. "I found this earlier..." picking up the heavy box, you brought it over to the coffee-table and put it down after Charlie had moved the box that was currently occupying the spot.

Opening said box, you showed Charlie the photo that was lying on the top.

"That's grandma..." You pointed to the young lady that was waving in the photo. "And that... I think is Odin? Sooo... maybe he's my grandfather?"

"You've got his jaw."

"What?" You looked at Charlie with a suprised look, and saw him studying the photo.

"Look closer at him. You might look nothing like the man, but that's your jaw right there."

"Huh... So you know my face that well?" Charlie blushed at your words, but tried to play it cool.

"Well... erm, we have know eachother for eight years or so... and you know..." Charlie stopped talking and brought a hand up to his neck, slightly rubbing it as he looked down.

"I can recognise you from behind." You desided to joke with him.

"Is it because of my hair?"

"No, it's the way you walk." Charlie gave you a funny look. "And you hair." He shook his head at you words, but smiled nonetheless.

"And here you made a big deal out of me knowing what your face looks like."

"It's not my fault you got emberrased." Charlie looked at you strangely, but you only smiled at him, eventually earning a smile back.

"You're so weird, (Y/n)..."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He gave you one last look before he went back to the box he had been looking through some minutes ago, creating a comfortable silence between you two. Or at least for ten minutes. "I can recognise your from the front, too..." You suddenly said, disturbing the once quiet atmosphere, and earning a chuckle from Charlie.

"Are you still thinking about that?"

"Hey! I'm just saying! It felt weird to say I only recognise you from the back..."

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You sat for about two more hours, opening boxes and looking through what they contained, finally seeing an end to your grandmother's massive collection of old journals. Because that was what maybe ninethy percent of the boxes contained, old looking journals. In the beginning you had looked through each journal, too, but after two boxes of that, you both figured that it would take too long and instead chose to only look at the first page in each of them.