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The Romanian Assignment	By : EllieDarling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            The walk from the hilltop to the dragon keep was very enjoyable. Eris did not appreciate being caged so Mareille allowed the little cat to ride on her shoulders. Charlie insisted on carrying the cat crate and healer�s bag.

            �We received your personal items earlier, they�ve already been moved into your rooms,� he informed her, �you couldn�t have come at a better time, we�ve been fortunate enough to avoid any major injuries since our last healer decided to seek calmer pastures, but this morning when Tinsel broke free, one of my men got a nasty tail blow to the face.�

            �Tinsel? That mammoth�s name is Tinsel?� Mareille snorted, �who on earth named it that.�

            �I named her that, actually,� Charlie said with a charming grin, �she was hatched around Christmas and she was a really lovely silver wyrmling; it seemed appropriate. Alright we�re almost to the house. I�d like you to patch up Liam in the infirmary right away, but after that, your time is your own, you�ll meet the men later. I was told you were informed that you�re the only woman on staff here, and I hope you�ll be comfortable with that. I trust my men but if you�re uncomfortable with anything, just let me know and I�ll take care of it, they�ve all been instructed to treat you like one of the guys.�

            �I�m sure I�ll be just fine, thank you,� Mareille smiled warmly at him. They rounded a copse of trees and the path descended, Mareille was awarded her first look of her new home. She stopped dead in her tracks, overlooking the panorama before her. At the bottom of a mountain stood a vast timber and stone manor house, with a number of stately trees growing alongside it, making it appear to have grown directly out of the mountainside. A garden was thriving outside of the nearest wing of the manor, surrounded by a thick stone wall. A crude Quidditch pitch was erected beyond it, and a well trodden path stretched a half mile to where it looked like the dragon pits began. �It�s magnificent,� she breathed, �I hadn�t imagined��

            �What did you expect?� Charlie said laughing and shrugging, �we do live here year round, we couldn�t just pitch tents�.well, I suppose we could, but the house was here already so we�ve made use of it, come on, Healer.�

            �Mareille is fine,� she said distractedly, captivated by the house. Her pace quickened and Charlie watched her walk on appreciatively. There was nothing on the woman not to appreciate, and he knew he�d have a hard time following his own orders. There was no way he could look at her as just one of the guys. He took a deep breath. She was more than a head shorter than he, with a graceful body too curvy to be called slight. Her dark, mahogany brown hair was knotted neatly at the back of her head; he guessed it was very long when she let it down. Her skin was milky and fair and her eyes a most unusual shade of brown�they were almost gold. He liked that she was dressed practically, he would have thought her foolish had she appeared in traditional healer�s robes or anything fancy with pretensions of superior first impressions, instead, she was garbed sensibly in thick, dragon hide leggings, tall black boots, and a white tee shirt which fit her the way a tee shirt should fit a woman. Oh yes, this healer was going to be trouble.

            They reached the farthest wing of the house in a matter of minutes, and Charlie ushered Mareille directly in the infirmary doors. Perched precariously on an unfortunate stool was a huge man with a rigid black mohawk and several large silver hoops in his ears, a single happy green eye looked back at them; the other was covered by a white towel he had pressed to his face with odd red and greenish splotches soaking through.

            �Mareille, this is Liam, one of the daftest keepers I�ve got. Liam, you damned fool, this is Healer Welborne, she�ll be the one trying to save your pretty face today,� Charlie gave the man a friendly smack on the arm, �Liam here thought it would be brilliant to jump up and grab Tinsel�s collar when she took off today. Tinsel told him otherwise, didn�t she?�

            Liam grinned boyishly, �She certainly did. Pleasure to meet such a bonny lass, Miss Welborne, welcome to Romania. Come to set us lads straight, �ave you? We�re glad of it.�

            Irishman. Check. Mareille smiled at him, �Thank you, Liam, and please call me Mareille, I�m glad to be here as well. Now let�s have a look at you,� she removed the towel from his face gently. Several deep gashes were oozing blood and something else down the Irishman�s cheek, �this is an angry wound,� she said softly, dabbing it with a clean cloth, �it�s quite infected already.�

            �D�you think I�m to have a pretty scar like old Charlie here?� Liam asked, still grinning.

            �No, I�ll be able to mend this cleanly, lucky for you I arrived today,� she said. Mareille spent the next half hour cleaning and treating Liam�s face before mending the flesh with a wave of her wand. Liam spent that time regaling her with heroic tales of every major wound he had every sustained. Charlie stood with his arms folded across his chest, leaning against the wall quietly watching Mareille work and commenting on Liam�s tales as he saw fit.

            �Finished, I am, and right as rain you are,� Mareille stood back to admire her work. But for a little redness that would soon fade, Liam�s face was as good as new�or at least as good as it had been when he�d woken up that morning. Liam stood, took a look in the little mirror on the wall, and snatched Mareille up in a crushing hug.

            �Many thanks Miss Mari, now I can get back to my job. Listen, any of these lads here give you a lick o�trouble and you come straight to me. I�ll lay them out right,� promised Liam with a wink before he sauntered out of the ward. Mareille turned to Charlie.

            �Exciting welcome, I expect every day will be this fun.�

            �Sometimes more fun,� Charlie chuckled, �but it�s not every day we have adult dragons in the pit. Most of the time we leave them alone, they live in the mountains all around. A few times a year we bring them in for check ups and clean ups, treat their scale rot, gather the abandoned wyrmlings. Usually the winters are quieter, only wyrmlings and sick dragons in the pits. That�s when we do the most research and record keeping, sometimes there are rogue dragons in other parts of the world terrorizing muggles and such which we need to bring in to the reservations� but it�s still a full time job whether adults like Tinsel are in or not. Come on, I�ll show you your quarters.�

            Charlie led Mareille into the house proper for the first time, and it took her breath away. The wood paneled walls were adorned with intricate carvings and elaborate tapestries. Smooth natural tiles paved the floor, and latticed windows allowed glowing light to fill the hall. Intersecting hallways led off in several directions�the house was enormous. They entered the main foyer, where heavy carved French doors stood open to a spectacular view of the Carpathians. Mareille followed Charlie up the thick timber double staircase which led to the second floor, down a long hall and into the eastern wing of the house. Charlie stopped at the last door on the left, beside which stood the large pile of belongings Mareille had ported earlier, and ushered her within.

            �Oh my Merlin,� she cried softly, �it�s so beautiful�� she spun about, looking at everything. A massive bed stood across from the door, its blue and gold hangings open, the head and footboards, tall posts and canopy frame were ornately carved with flowers and cherubs and mythical beasts, the fine armoire and dressing table were similarly ornamented. An impressive fireplace stood along the near wall, which Mareille knew she would be grateful for during the long Carpathian winters. The smooth timber floors were covered in soft, colorful Moroccan carpets. Windows on two walls were framed by beautiful stained glass panes and a pair of narrow stained glass doors lay open, leading onto a lovely stone balcony. An open door next to the dressing table led to a cozy sitting room with heavy wooden bookshelves laden with texts, a pair of elegant upholstered armchairs, and an extraordinary stained glass bay window with an inviting window seat. The sitting room also revealed the doorway to a well appointed private bathroom. �This is�simply amazing, Charlie, this is so much more than I�d hoped for��

            Watching her search for words, he smiled, and held up his hand, �there�s no need to say anything, Mareille, you�re our healer and we want you to be comfortable here. We�re grateful for your presence�especially since not many healers are willing to take this position; the fact that you requested it reveals you to be a singular woman. I should get back to the pits and allow you to unpack. The house is yours, feel free to poke around and get to know the place, but most of the rooms on this floor are quarters. Dinner is at seven, you�ll be able to follow your nose to the dining room, Ferrigan does all the cooking around here and he�s brilliant. You�ll meet all the men then. Also, you should know, my rooms are just across the hall, if you ever need anything, just knock�

            �Thank you very much,� said Mareille, feeling a little overwhelmed. Charlie bid her farewell and left her to her unpacking. She took a minute to collect herself after he departed, then walked out onto the balcony to catch her breath. She noticed another balcony parallel from her own, presumably from Charlie�s rooms. Her view was magnificent, overlooking the mountains, a grove of fruit trees, and the road to the dragon pits. Walking down that road with a powerful, fluid stride was none other than Charlie Weasley. Mareille watched him unguardedly, and as though he felt her eyes on him, he stopped and looked back, meeting her eyes from across the distance. The heat of his gaze burned her body and for a moment, she thought he was going to walk back to the house. Instead, he smiled and waved at her, turned and continued toward the pits. Mareille shook her head, allowing the sensations to pass, and tried to put her mind to other things, like unpacking and, but couldn�t help wondering just what he had been thinking about that had put so much intensity in his eyes.

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            Bloody hell, Charlie thought to himself, why did she have to be so attractive? Why couldn�t they have another sour old ministry appointed healer who begrudgingly patched up his men and apparated to the nearest slummy tavern every night? Mareille was so lovely and warm�she would inevitably prove to be a distraction for his men. His men? Who was he kidding? She was distracting him now, but he couldn�t resent her for it; she was a good healer and she wanted to be there, and honestly, he wanted her to be there too, but one woman in a house with eleven men�her in a house with him� �Bullocks,� he said to himself, running his hands through his hair, then forced himself to concentrate as he made his way into the dragon pits where focus was imperative.
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