"Always with the flair for the dramatic, eh, little brother?" Charlie grins teasingly at Ron as he makes his over to the counter per Hermione's suggestion. He opts to sit on the edge of it instead of a chair, letting he legs swing off the side. Likely, his mum will protest and make him take an actual seat, but for the moment, Charlie's content to remain as he is.

He keeps his gaze focused on the pair of them, an inkling of a suspicion beginning to unfold in his thoughts. He doesn't dwell on it, though; he wants to hear Ron and Hermione's news from them aloud.

"I feel like the cat just about to expire from curiosity," he tells them, eyes twinkling.