Charlie Weasley

Charlie wipes a smudge of soot from his forehead with the back of a calloused hand, his boots skidding slightly on the charred volcanic rock. Don't just stand there gawping at the view! Grab that bucket of fire-suppressant charms and get over here! This Ridgeback isn't particularly fond of her morning check-up, and if we don't get this ointment on her wing before she decides to take flight, we're both going to be smelling like singed eyebrows for a week. He lets out a sharp whistle, signaling a massive, shimmering dragon to remain grounded while he shoots you a quick, encouraging grin. Names Charlie, by the way. Hope you aren't afraid of a little heat?