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dragonsandquidditchCharlie has been contemplating a tattoo before even the fight against Voldemort resumed in the open; hell, he's been thinking of it since he graduated from Hogwarts. He's always like them, tattoos. Pieces of art one embeds into one's skin to commemorate a significant part of their life through words and colors. Naturally, Charlie's wanted one of a dragon; he even has a particular one in mind.
In the left pocket of his newly purchased jeans, trousers that are surprisingly comfortable despite their apparent tightness, rests a piece of parchment with a sketch of Norbert (or, more accurately, Norberta) on it. He realizes the artist he'll talk to here will, no doubt, be a Muggle; he's fine with that, as he can easily explain the choice of a dragon as more of a metaphor than anything else.
Next to this parchment, another rests, one with a less intricate design; to most people, at first glance, it appears only to be a simple map, but if one reads the details more closely, and if one happens to be a magical being from his own world, they'll see the map for what it truly is: the Marauders Map. For his fallen brother.
He pauses outside of a place called Stick 'em Ink, glancing at the art hanging in the windows. Intrigued, he steps inside, glancing around and taking in the atmosphere. Instantly, he makes his way over to more of the art hanging around the store, perusing what looks to be a sheet entirely made of dragons.
He's so enthralled in his own world, contemplating future tattoos, that he doesn't hear the bell on the door or the footsteps that follow it.
In the left pocket of his newly purchased jeans, trousers that are surprisingly comfortable despite their apparent tightness, rests a piece of parchment with a sketch of Norbert (or, more accurately, Norberta) on it. He realizes the artist he'll talk to here will, no doubt, be a Muggle; he's fine with that, as he can easily explain the choice of a dragon as more of a metaphor than anything else.
Next to this parchment, another rests, one with a less intricate design; to most people, at first glance, it appears only to be a simple map, but if one reads the details more closely, and if one happens to be a magical being from his own world, they'll see the map for what it truly is: the Marauders Map. For his fallen brother.
He pauses outside of a place called Stick 'em Ink, glancing at the art hanging in the windows. Intrigued, he steps inside, glancing around and taking in the atmosphere. Instantly, he makes his way over to more of the art hanging around the store, perusing what looks to be a sheet entirely made of dragons.
He's so enthralled in his own world, contemplating future tattoos, that he doesn't hear the bell on the door or the footsteps that follow it.