Charlie & Morag
"Pretty and smart, apparently," Charlie commented before he tossed back the rest of his drink. He wasn't altogether sure if this body would handle alcohol as well as his male figure did, he was a bit smaller, so Charlie didn't immediately pour another drink for himself. He probably shouldn't have had any in the first place, especially since he hadn't remembered to bring a mixer, or whatever it was that Lavender had requested for the party.
"In a way," Charlie answered, a grin flitting over his lips. "Charlie Weasley, we spoke over the journals about your jarvey," he explained, extending his hand. Perhaps the gesture came off a bit more masculine than it would have from any other true woman, but if Morag was experiencing the same predicament, Charlie supposed that it was only fair that he revealed himself as a fellow commiserator. "Hope you're enjoying your new accessories, as you say," he added with a smirk.