George watched in approval as Bill frog-marched Charlie out to get changed. Things were going smashingly well, in his opinion, even if his brother's soon to be husband looked constipated. If Callum was going to marry into the Weasley family, he'd have to learn sooner or later how things worked.
"Guess that makes Charlie the bride," he announced to the party, rubbing his hands together. That just made everything perfect in his opinion, since Charlie would make an absolutely hideous girl, and fit right in with the rest of the family.
"Now, I think someone mentioned cake and alcohol? Let's get this party started." he realized they couldn't play the music at full blast, not if they wanted to avoid getting crispy, but that didn't mean there couldn't be some soft mood music. Romantic stuff, to benefit the occasion.