Just me, yeah. Well, I've got Davies lurking about at the moment because he got kicked out of his flat, the sod. But he's not doing any work mind-- he's strictly for ornamental purposes, apparently." Fred gave a chuckle. Davies was such a prat, but he couldn't help but love him, even if they didn't quite share a work ethic. They began to plod up the stairs, Alice in front. Fred tried to avoid staring at her back, but found his eyes drawn to the curve of her body. He coughed.
"Through this door, and to the left," he advised when they reached the top, pretending to be interested in the tea set he was levitating up the staircase. The door opened onto a cosy little living space, a little sparsely decorated (well, he had just moved in), but pleasant and warm. It was located directly over the front of the shop, its little window facing onto the street; the light from the street lamps outside poured in, giving the pale green walls an odd glow. Freddie set the tea down on the low coffee table and flicked his wand at the small tree in the corner, which lit up at once with hundreds of little magical lights. He pulled two oversized brown cushions from the little loveseat sofa and set them on the ground on either side of the coffee table so he and Alice could sit comfortably. "Suppose we've a bit of catching up to do," he said, a little gruffly, plonking himself on his cushion and swirling the teapot a bit.