His mouth twisted into a grimace; Charlie remembered being chained to a never ending mountain of bureaucratic drudgery and the utter torment that it could be. "You have my sympathies, brother," he said, moving to sit on the edge of a nearby chair arm. "I still have my share of desk work, but the Greens definitely keep me awake. Just when I think I've got them figured, one of 'em gets cheeky and sends a spurt of flame shooting up. We actually keep a bottle of hair growth potion around for those days we walk back into the offices with only one eyebrow left."
His eyes went wide as he realised that his brother really did have short hair, and that it wasn't just some weird trick of the shadows. "Merlin's pants, Bill! It's the bloody end of an era. Looks good on you, though. Let's just hope it's not like a Samson type deal, yeah?"
Charlie looked over at Fleur and Nicky and smiled softly. "He's fine. He's perfect. He's... far more than I deserve." He glanced back at Bill. "Er, yeah, he's doing really great. No sign of the illness at all."