Charlie's just finishing the last touches on the decorations before the door opens and the first of the guests begin to arrive. With one last, flourishing movement from his wand, he twines a bit of blood-red ribbon around one of the tables his mum had found at some flea market or other.

With a cup of good tea in him, to spur him on in his hosting duties, Charlie takes a moment to straighten out his sweater and the trousers he wears. He never thought he'd actually live to see the day where he willingly acts as a happy homemaker, but well. Stranger things have happened.

He moves towards the front door, smiling as he makes to retrieve the coats of the first arrivals.