Charlie looked up at Bill as he walked with Fleur into the other room, and nodded to his brother. There was something in Fleur's smile when she looked at Nicky and the adamant way she tried to affirm her "fine"-ness. It gave Charlie significant pause, but he honoured her obvious wish to let it alone. "Might make myself a sandwich or something, but I'll definitely make room for pudding. I think Mum would hex me if I didn't."
He glanced at Bill again, offering him a tentative smile. He had no illusions; things had been a bit weird between them for what felt like ages. "How's the curse business, Billiam?"