Spit Fire [Charlie Weasley]

Chapter 6: Burns

"Winnie, do you mind?" Quin huffed impatiently as I had my feet propped up on his desk. I merely closed my eyes and snorted, folding my arms across my chest. "Of course not, Quin, allow me to move out of your way!" He spoke in a higher pitched voice with a roll of his eyes as he swatted my feet off of his desk with his hand. They fell to the floor heavily and I pulled a face, sending him a glare. 

"You have the most boring job," I told him, letting my eyes gaze around the plain white room, the walls were rimmed with filing cabinets and shelves. He set down a towering pile of files roughly and shot me a rather forced smile. 

"Sorry, but after that bite in '89, I haven't attempted any field study." I watched as he uncomfortable rolled his right shoulder at the mention of the incident. My eyes softened considerably and I looked at the ground. "Do you even like working with Zander?"
"It's alright." I sighed, recalling how I got the privilege of watching baby dragons hatch the other day. "Still a bit too confined for my liking, but it's okay. Not like working with Charlie." Zander mainly stayed in the North Eastern Wing which was the Incubation Sector and training baby dragons. Suddenly Quin looked up at me so fast I thought he had whiplash. Then, the worst shit eating smile spread across his face and I paled. 
"Charlie, eh?" His voice was a little too curious for my liking. My soul died. Oh no...  I swallowed roughly to regain myself and gave him a pointed stare. 
"Sh-Shut up, Quin," I told him but my weak voice gave it away and suddenly he was grinning like a fool. 
"Merlin's long, white beard!" Quin announced and I cringed, blushing madly as his voice echoed through the room. "You fancy Charlie!"
"I do not!" I hissed, but my burning face told him otherwise as he pointed and cooed. "Get away from me you blind bat!"
"Ickle wittle Winnie, wikes Charwie! How cute!" 
"I'll punch you. I swear I will." I warned him, waving a finger at him. 
"Does he know!?" Quin demanded and I scoffed. 
"Of course not! I wouldn't be able to look him in the face-Oh no." I just answered his question and Quin let out a girly squeal. 
"I hate this job." I groaned, grabbing two fistfuls of my black and blonde hair. 

When Quin finally calmed down, he was sitting across from me on his desk as he flipped through the files. "Remember, they go in Chronological order." He reminded me as I sifted through my own pile. 
"What's in these files, anyway?"
"Mainly just magic research on dragon skins, pelts, teeth, and whatnot. We send it to different companies who invest in dragon hide."
'Really? That's what all of these are?"
"No, that's what these files are." Quin snorted with a roll of his eyes. "The rest are an assortment of incident reports, dragon sightings outside of Romania, study and research on dragon habitat-which has grown increasingly larger because of you. It was the smallest genre of files we had until you got here."
"Well, I'm glad I'm of some beneficiary," I smiled as I rearranged another file. 
"So, is there any reason you haven't tried to talk to Charlie about, you know?" He asked me after a moment and I paused, letting out a sigh. 
"I don't know Quin...Boys are difficult, I guess," I chuckled. 

"Oh really?" He perked an eyebrow in question and I pursed my lips. 
"Maybe that's not true...maybe I'm just difficult." I furrowed my eyebrows. "I've never had a boyfriend, so I'm not sure how this works, really-,"
"Hold your hippogriffs!" Quin started to swat his hands through the air. "Let's back this broomstick up one second, you've never had a boyfriend?" I shook my head and his eyes widened. "Well you've at least been on a date, right?"
"Those are the things where the guy takes the girl to dinner somewhere and she orders a salad and eats like three leaves and the night basically ends with the guy getting laid or the girl bawling her eyes out, right?"
"That's a very accurate yet sick way of describing it, but yes..." Quin sighed and I smiled, shaking my head. "Bloody hell, what did you do all those years?"
"I was busy being a smart ass. It's kind of a boy repellent."
"I can see that." He looked me up and now and I grimaced. 
"I never really cared much about dating. But after my mom died, I started looking at everything and everyone differently. Now I get all nervous around guys," Quin opened his mouth with a grin spreading across his face. "Not you. Or Zander. But Charlie? Mate, I get all flustered and sweaty around him and I start focusing on pointless things. Like if I'm even breathing right." I furrowed my eyebrows. 
"Damn, you genuinely like Charlie?" Quin muttered, eyeing me for a moment. I forced a half smile and looked away as I felt my cheeks burn. 
"L-Let's stop talking about this..."