Azriel was hanging back, watching everything unfold with trepidation. Whilst he had initially - and apparently mistakenly - thought Charlie and Callum together, he could see that both men weren't happy with the sudden infestation of Weasleys.
He could also see that Callum was getting less tolerant by the second and wished, not for the first time, that Ben hadn't persuaded him to wear a fucking dress. He had refused several times but after all of the others had agreed to it, it would have looked odd if he hadn't dressed up.
Fucking bonding. Dressing up as a woman was was past his limits when it came to 'making an effort'.
He watched the relatives, shaking his head when he saw Rose take a photo. Somehow he didn't think this was going to end well at all.