Did the twins ever stop talking?

 Charlie Weasley cast a rueful glance over one of his broad shoulders at the identical pair trailing behind, the two keeping up a steady, if slightly lackluster , stream of banter and commentary between them, occasionally tossing a question or statement in his direction. If they kept it up for much longer, the girls they were tracking would alert to the trios presents miles before they would be able to catch sight of the runaways... which would consequently extend their pleasant little hiking trip into several more weeks


 Charlie really didn't mind his brothers' playful lightheartedness with which they met life, the Deatheaters, Snatchers, and, Hell, the entire world, really.. He encouraged it at every posssibility, but he did hope that they both would put a lid on it when he asked them to. Because he really, really, didn't want to spend another month trekking through the forest rough, not that he minded such a situation under normal circumstances, but he didn't want to risk running into another friendly group of snatchers. The idea of the last group  they had encountered had his skin crawling and an uncomfortable tingle of pain shooting through his ear lobe where one blasted fool had managed to tear out the fang earring he normally wore and the redhead gingerly fingered the half healed wound before dropping his hand with a resigned sigh and trailing eyes the color of sunlit rootbeer up to gauge the location of the sun between the overhanging branches and then dropping them back down to search for the telltale signs of someone's passage he had been following.

"Shouldn't be that much farther to go." He murmured in response to Fred's, or maybe it was George's, question. He hadn't been looking at the time to be completely sure which had actually asked the question. Straightening up from a squat he had crouched into to get a better look at a broken stem on a plant, Charlie brushed the palms of his hands briefly across the front of his pants before glancing over at the twins. "But if you two don't stop talking soon, we aren't going to be finding them until next spring." He teased with a broad grin. 

"you're right though," he continued on, Pointing out the broken plant and the partial impression of a passing foot. "They're heading in the direction of the river. Most likely they will be trying to find a cave or some hollow they can camp in." He observed, running his hand across his generously freckled forehead before giving a brief sigh. "keep her eyes open for anything that looks like sparks or fire. The weather has been threatening to change all day and we might be getting our first cold snap tonight." With a groan and a roll of his eyes that pretrade just exactly how he felt about that, Charlie gave his brothers another momentary smile before he readjusted the straps of his backpack and started off in the direction of the river, the sound growing louder with each step.