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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-10-16T20:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-17T00:46:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-17T00:46:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;Okay, so pretend this was on friday? Kthanks.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee, are you ready to go to Rome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charliexweasley:9719</id>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-10-06T08:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T12:04:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T12:04:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie came in late from work ... &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe this job wasn't such a good idea...&lt;/i&gt; he thought, looseing his tie and running a hand through his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was dark - Bianca was probably already in bed, she usually was now when he came home. He missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wondered fleetingly how it was possible to miss your wife when you lived in the same house, slept in the same bed, but he missed her all the same. The few moments between when they woke up in the morning to when they left for the ministry were nowhere near enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merlin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He trudged upstairs slowly. He paused when he came to their door, but didn't go in. Instead, he walked to a door a little ways down the hall and stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soon-to be nursery was completly empty.  Just like it had been last night, and the night before that.  He sat down and leaned against the wall with his eyes shut. This was the room that they had chosen for the babies. For &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled, just thinking about it.  Everything was happenening so fast, way too fast for someone who tended to sit down and rationalize everything all the way through before rushing off into something. That's the way he had always been. Careful. Catious. True, he worked with dragons and that was a little on the reckless side, but he always was meticulious in his work. You had to be cautious in that line of work. If you weren't ... well, he had scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since Bianca had walked back into his life, nothing had been slow. And even though it came as a suprise, he wouldn't change anything.  Even though he was terrified out of his mind. He was only twenty-five years old. How could he possibly be &lt;i&gt;half&lt;/i&gt; the father that his own Dad had been to him? Granted, he'd only have half of the kids, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he screwed up? What if he wasn't a good dad? Fear siezed him and he rubbed his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was being stupid. How could he be a bad father? He had Bee to help him out.  They'd learn together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie stood and left the room. He opened the door to his bedroom and smiled when he saw that Bianca had fallen asleep with the light on, evidently waiting for him.  He walked over to their bed and kissed her forehead, half-hoping that she would wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He changed quickly and switched off the light before climbing into bed. He swallowed slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did I get so lucky?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved close to her and wrapped his arms around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodnight, Bianca," he whispered.</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-09-20T22:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-21T02:02:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-21T02:02:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're going to be parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a dad.</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-09-07T18:41:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-07T22:41:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-07T22:41:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bee, darling, do you want to go and see our house?</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-09-03T17:13:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-03T21:13:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-03T21:13:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was just interviewed for my new job in the Department of Magical Creatures. I hope it all goes over well, now that Bee and I have a house and everything I think I need a better job than working in a bookshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean, I worked for them before. Just not ... just not in the Ministry. But there's no way I'm going back to field work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way.</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-29T20:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-30T00:50:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T00:51:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Out of Character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cols and I have talked about everything, and we're going to push this back a few weeks. We didn't think that it would be such a big deal and we didn't know that everyone would get so upset. We still it to be soon, though, and they're still going to have triplets. That's been our plan for a long time, even before we knew that Sirius was going to have twins. We're sorry if it seemed like we were just copying you, Kay - but please realize that we weren't. We really, really didn't mean to make this big of a deal out of it and didn't even realize that anyone would be bothered by it. We also figured that since wizards seem to have different lifespans than muggles, this could change, too. Buuuut we really didn't want to create a problem, and we're going to fix it and make it all better now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-28T19:57:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-28T23:58:55Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-30T00:50:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;s&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really going to have &lt;s&gt;a baby&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triplets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared out of my mind.&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-24T08:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-24T12:23:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-24T12:23:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie opened his eyes slowly, first noticing the redhead curled up beside him, with one arm flung arcoss his chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and gently brushed some of Bianca's hair out of her face. He kissed her forehead lightly before slipping out of bed. &lt;i&gt;She looks so content...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled on a pair of pajama pants (it wouldn't do to have Lewis see him standing in the kitchen in his boxers, or what if his Mum just decided to 'pop' by, like she had about a million times since they came home yesterday?) and made his way quietly into the kitchen. It was their first morning home since they'd been married, and Charlie wanted to make it special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later, he was carrying a steaming tray back into his, no, &lt;i&gt;their&lt;/i&gt; bedroom. He had even left out a plate for Lewis, who he figured was still sleeping. He set the tray on the end table and leaned over her. "Wake up, Mrs. Weasley," he whispered. "I have a suprise for you..."</content>
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    <title>Wedding.</title>
    <published>2005-08-18T01:24:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-18T01:39:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie stood in front of a small group of his family and friends, his hands clasped behind his back. It took every shred of self control not to start pacing back and forth again, like he had last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stole another glance at the back door of the Burrow, hoping for just a glimpse of Bianca. So he could know that it was really happening. That someone wasn't going to stand up and say, "GOTCHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Mum caught his eye and beamed at him. Charlie smiled back. It really was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the music started and the door opened and he froze, rooted to the spot, almost afraid to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is it.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>Getting ready for the wedddinggg</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T18:05:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T18:05:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie took a last look around his flat. He ran his fingers through his hair, wondering if he had forgotten anything. Satisfied that he had, in fact, remembered everything, he allowed himself to relax a bit, then picked up his bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apparated to his old room at the Burrow, setting the duffel down on Bill's old bed. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, studying the small room. His bed was directly in front of him. His mum still kept his favorite bedspread, despite the fact that he hadn't spent more than a few nights at the Burrow since he had moved to Romania, years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romania.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed a little. "I love her, Nadine. I love her and I'm meant to be with her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool breeze came through the window, ruffling his hair a tiny bit, and he smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She understands. She would want me to be the happiest that I could be, and Merlin, I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned and headed downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. "Mum!" he called, poking his head into the kitchen. "Mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was empty. There was a plate of food sitting on the counter, however, with a note tucked under it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to help Bianca - I figured your brothers and your father could fend for yourselves. Be a dear and have them help you set up the tables, please? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love love,&lt;br /&gt;Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud BANG! from outside caught his attention, however, and he hurried to look out the door. Ron was standing over a pile of chairs, yelling and cursing. He chuckled and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron spun around, his face red. "CHARLIE!" he roared. "THE BLOODY CHAIRS &lt;i&gt;ATTACKED&lt;/i&gt; ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I doubt that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your wedding, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; can set up the chairs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie laughed and pulled out his wand. A quick flick arranged the chairs, and he walked over to Ron and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Come on, let's go inside and get ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron smiled and put his hands in his pockets. "Aren't you nervous?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredibly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't look like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie laughed again and steered Ron towards the house. He looked at the clock, feeling a warm tingle flood his chest when he saw the hand that had been added with Bianca's picture on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am. Trust me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron shrugged, a far away look on his face. "I don't know why. You and Bee are perfect together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie grinned. "I know. Now go and get dressed. And wake everyone else up, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron nodded and hurried upstairs, banging on doors as he went. Charlie could have sworn he heard him yelling, "What do you think you're doing, sleeping? Don't you know we have a bloody wedding today?"</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-16T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T01:54:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T01:54:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie was nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been pacing the kitchen floor in his flat for the past half an hour. He had barely touched his supper, and just kept pacing. Everything was ready. There was really nothing for him to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unless...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head. He was worrying over nothing. He loved Bianca and she loved him and they were getting married. Nothing was going to go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then why do I have the feeling something is going to?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was crazy, of course. He had to stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie sank into his chair and closed his eyes, hoping for Lewis or one of his brothers to pop up. After all, a bloke wasn't supposed to spend his last night of bachelorhood alone worrying, was he? He needed someone to tell him he was being stupid, that nothing was going to go wrong. Everything had been planned. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm really getting married tommorow...&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>OoC: FF.net Meme</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T02:57:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T02:57:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lordy, these are &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;First I searched for Jennifer:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2018082/1/"&gt;Daughter of Evil&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/649277/"&gt;Azn-Pride23&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="sth_jennifer"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt; Trevine is related to the Malfoys. She becomes a 7th yr slytherin, but falls inlove with a gryffindor. What's going to happen when the malfoys find out?&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And then Jenny:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2528221/1/"&gt;Harry Potter, Junior and the Trials of Life&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/38981/"&gt;Pottermaniac&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Junior can barely cast a spell. &lt;span class="sth_jenny"&gt;Jenny&lt;/span&gt; Weasley doesn't have a crush on him. His 7 sibs stumble upon Polyjuice Potion while he's babysitting. Will Malfoy always wants to talk about Mrs Potter. And a Slytherin beats him to the snitch! Aargh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-12T20:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T00:08:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T00:08:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">One week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting married in one week.</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-08-09T15:21:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-09T19:24:08Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T19:24:08Z</updated>
    <category term="wedding!"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imagecrown.com/images/laxfleurxbelle/invitation.png"&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-07-31T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T21:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T21:05:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bianca, love, light of my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get started on those invitations. ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to come over tonight and do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys,&lt;br /&gt;When exactly is this party that you're planning? And what are we doing? Nothing ... life threatening, are we?&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-07-16T14:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-16T18:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-16T18:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Okay, so I'm about half-way through HBP, and just ... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still kind of hard to believe that it's real, that I'm really reading it and holding it and ohmigod just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my mother, who shall henceforth be called the Harry Potter Nazi, is making me stop to pack. Which sucks. And I figured that while I'm distracted I should let you all know that I'm leaving tommorow to go to Long Beach Island, and then from there, I'm going to Washington DC for Girls Nation. I'll be home on July 30th, and I'll miss you all terribly until then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny/Charlie/Ron</content>
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    <title>Telling Mum</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T02:26:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T02:26:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie and Bianca stood on the stoop of the Burrow, hand in hand. He looked at her and grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready?" He asked, squeezing his now-fiancee's hand gently.</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-07-03T22:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T02:52:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T03:06:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.imagecrown.com/images/laxfleurxbelle/yay.png" alt="image hosting by http://www.imagecrown.com/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:charliexweasley:5177</id>
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    <title>Picnic with Bianca</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T02:47:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T02:47:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Charlie sat on his bed, holding a small portrait of a grinning, blonde witch holding an as equally blonde little girl. They both smiled and waved at him, and he felt a lump rise in his throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had loved Nadine - he had worked beside her for years before he realized it, and she was ripped away from him so cruelly. A tear worked its way down his cheek as he traced the outline of her face with his fingertip. He still loved her, her and that beautiful little baby girl. The tears turned to silent sobs as he hugged the photograph to his chest. But he knew what he had to do - his heart belonged to Bianca now, and he had given it willingly. Through all of those years, he had never stopped loving her, and it was only with her that the dark cloud that was over him since Nadine's death dissapated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made him feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the picture again. Nadine nodded at him, as if telling him that he wasn't betraying her by loving Bianca. That she wanted him to be happy. He wiped at his eyes and put it down on his night table, picking up the only other object on it and slipping it in his pocket. He was happy with Bianca, happier than he had ever been. And he loved her with every ounce of his being. He was so afraid of loosing her, like he had lost Nadine. It was a thought that haunted him for most of the time - if he lost Bianca, he was incredibly sure that he would die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood and walked into the bathroom, scrubbed at his face, and brushed his teeth. He grabbed the large picnic basket that was sitting on the table in the kitchen and his wand, and then apparated to Hogsmeade. Charlie took as seat on a worn bench in front of the Three Broomsticks, tapping his foot nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come on, where's your Gryffindor courage when you need it?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-06-25T12:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-25T16:56:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-25T16:56:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ach, it's been a while since I found the time to update this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got a job! Not a very good job, mind, but it pays the bills. I'm working at this little bookshoppe. It's quite quaint, really. Not a lot of customers, but I get to read whatever I like, so it's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;I have the craziest notion to ask Bianca to marry me - am I sane?&lt;/s&gt; Er, nah, I haven't gotten a #2, yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take you out tonight. Dress comfortably, will you? We're going for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's if your able to and all. I miss you, though - ever since I've gotten this new job I've hardly seen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my favorite little sister? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, if you're free later, do you want to come shopping with me? I, er, need your opinion on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Charlie</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-05-21T13:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T17:35:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T17:35:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbledore never replied to my request to get the children out of Hogwarts, so I've rescheduled the dinner to &lt;i&gt;next&lt;/i&gt; Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-05-13T12:59:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-14T17:04:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-14T17:04:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if you could allow the following students to come to my apartment for dinner this Sunday night, I'm having a family party and would really appreciate for them to be there. I'll return them safe and sound to you before curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students are:&lt;br /&gt;Fred Weasley&lt;br /&gt;George Weasley&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley&lt;br /&gt;Ginny Weasley&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;Parvati Patil&lt;br /&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Charlie</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-05-12T13:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-12T17:55:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-12T17:55:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Everyone - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like to have everyone over for dinner this weekend? Say, Sunday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of people have been to the flat, and I'm more than eager to cook for you all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - and George, Fred, Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Harry and Vati, if you want to come, I'll owl Dumbledore about it and see what he says. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;i&gt;Charlie&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-05-02T20:15:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-03T00:10:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-03T00:10:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week, I still can't believe it. I've got a girl &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a flatmate! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that things would have eventually come together for me and Bianca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lewis, did you get the key I sent? You can start moving in whenever you want. XD</content>
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    <title>charliexweasley @ 2005-04-25T22:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-26T02:48:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-26T02:48:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;I was supposed to be over her. It was just a silly little school crush on my best friend, nothing more.  We went our seperate ways after school ended and drifted apart, and slowly I came to think that all of my feelings had been nothing else but just what it was - a school crush. Now, though, she came crashing back into my life and along with her came all of the feelings that I had buried when we graduated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't supposed to happen. I just found her, I don't want to chase her away by telling her that &lt;i&gt;I love her&lt;/i&gt; and I always have. For Chrissake, I'm twenty-five years old. Too old to be falling back in love with the girl who never counted me as more than her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what I keep telling myself. For some odd reason, I just won't listen.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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