Chapter One Hundred Thirty Two

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Charlie awoke one morning in bed to find himself alone. He frowned slightly, wishing that Anora would sleep in more often so he could wake up cuddling her. He heard a crashing sound in the kitchen, cursing, and then the sound of Iggy bolting out of the kitchen. Sitting up in bed, he saw Iggy run into the bedroom and hide under the bed. 

"Destroyer of Mugs strikes again, eh Iggy?" Charlie said leaning over the side of the bed and looking under the bed. Iggy let out a slight meow causing Charlie to laugh lightly as he pushed himself out of the bed. He shuffled out of the room to find Anora looking around, mumbling something to herself with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She glanced up. "I can't seem to find my wand anywhere." she told him. "It's the strangest thing, I just had only a minute or so ago. I feel like I'm losing my mind here."

Charlie covered his mouth with his hand to conceal the ever growing smile on his face as he saw Anora's wand sticking out of her back pocket.

He walked over to her and carefully pulled it from the pocket before holding it out to her. Immediately, her face flushed a dark red before she placed both of her hands over her face.

"Oh I'm turning into my father...this is so embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for you, entertaining for me." Charlie grinned before hopping up and sitting on the counter. 

"Reparo." Anora said repairing the mug that Iggy destroyed that morning out of spite that she went to grab some tea before fixing his food first.

She set her wand down on the counter before walking over and wrapping her arms around Charlie resting her head against his chest.

"I wish you didn't get up so early in the mornings." Charlie muttered in her hair. "I want to hold you just like this in bed."

"Then you would never get out of bed, Charlie." Anora chuckled.

"I'm alright with that." Charlie grinned. "There's plenty of activities to do in bed that would keep me occupied."

Anora gasped as she pulled away from him. "Charles! For shame! I'll have you know I am a saint, and I won't let you taint my virgin ears with such filth."

Charlie's jaw dropped at her words. "Excuse me?! Saint? You?" He hopped off the counter.

"That's right. Saint Anora, right here in the flesh, Charles. I cannot be persuaded with your dirty ways."

Charlie had been completely thrown off and found himself unable to respond until Anora began laughing heartily.

"Oh Merlin...that was funny." she said before leaving to the bedroom to finish getting dress for the day.

"It was not funny! I was beginning to think you were under the Imperius curse or something, I know you too well!" Charlie said following her.

"I just wanted to see the look on your face and of course it was absolutely priceless, not to mention just precious!" she said the latter part in a baby voice to taunt him.


Charlie narrowed his eyes at her before leaving the room to brush his teeth. When he returned Anora was fully dress, ready to head out to greet Roscoe and Norberta.

She went to leave the room, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into him.

"Charlie, what are you doing?" she asked tilting her head to the side with a sheepish grin.

"You didn't think I was going to let you off the hook that easily, now did you?" Charlie smiled at her.

"Charles, I'm already dressed and I have to head out to the-" Anora lost her train of thought and her ability to speak as Charlie began planting the kisses along her neck. 

"You were saying?" Charlie whispered against the crook of her neck.

"I don't remember.' she told him before wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into a kiss.

"I thought you had to leave." Charlie teased as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Shut up, Weasley."



Roscoe glanced up at the sky to see the sun had reached the highest point and Anora still hadn't come to greet him. His claws raked against the ground as he stared blankly ahead until he was splashed with water.

Norberta, he already knew it was the little Norwegian terror coming to bother him. It seemed the dragon had made it her goal in life to bother him everyday she could. Morning, afternoon, or night, she found him.

He did his best to ignore her until she continued to splash him. He didn't care what kind of dragon she was, most dragons didn't care for water unless they were trying to rinse off something on their body or to drink. But as she continued to splash him, Roscoe grew more and more irritated with her.

The longer he continued to ignore her, the more Norberta seemed to splash at him, until it suddenly stopped.

He huffed in relief hoping she had become bored and gone somewhere, but as he turned his head, he saw the female lying next to him. Her eyes were watching him intently.

Roscoe let out a growling grunt, before lifting up his wing in which Norberta crawled under before he lowered it.

She was a Norwegian terror, but she was his Norwegian terror.

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