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AFTER MAILING THEIR ENTHUSIASTIC ACCEPTANCE TO THE ROMANIAN SANCTUARY, CHARLIE AND CARINA GOT STARTED PREPARING FOR THEIR MOVE. The term only had a few weeks left in it, and the pair only had one week at home before they were set to take a portkey to Romania. Their parents were not thrilled, Molly the most outspokenly unhappy, but their siblings couldn't be more excited.
"Can we ride dragons when we come to visit you?" Fred asked, walking alongside Carina on their way to the quidditch pitch.
"Technically—"
"No," Charlie said, coming up behind the pair.
Fred rolled his eyes and scampered off to meet up with George. Carina turned her warm smile to her boyfriend, staring up at him.
"Are you nervous?" She asked.
"Nervous? Me?" Charlie scoffed. At the sight of Carina's quirked brow, Charlie's shoulders hunched. "Fine. I'm a little nervous."
Carina wrapped her hands around Charlie's bicep, leaning into him as they walked. She didn't have many words of comfort, seeing as she was a stranger to quidditch. The House Cup was big, and there was nothing she could say to change that.
Except maybe...
"If you win, I'll be sure to reward you personally," Carina winked. With a kiss to the cheek, she was fluttering away from the boy and towards the stands.
Charlie's jaw dropped as he stared after her. As if the stakes weren't high enough, now he'd be thinking about what that meant all match.
"Let's go Charlie!" Carina's voice carried on the wind. "That's my boyfriend!"
Chuckling to himself, he mounted his broom.
The House Cup was awesome, and Charlie was proud to have won it as Captain... but having Carina all to himself that night was a prize that nothing could ever top.
