Callum knew that this was stupid. They weren't children, either one of them, and they didn't need anyone's permission or blessing to get married, but he couldn't help being nervous. The fact that Charlie was a man and fifty-two didn't change the fact that marriage and families were important and he wanted things to be done right, possibly right in a way that no one cared about anymore, but he did.
He even agonized over what to wear. If he had been back in his time, he would have known, but since coming back, he hadn't bothered with robes of any kind. In fact, he still had the cheap trousers and shirts that he had bought with his first stipend as a returnee. A siege wasn't conducive of fashion. However, he couldn't possibly go dressed like he was still on the reserve, which meant that he spent his free time in a store, looking for a decent robe that wasn't too expensive since the chances of reusing it were very small. He'd worry about robes for the engagement party and the wedding later.
Callum arranged for everything to be done by the time Charlie was back from the Ministry. It really wasn't hard considering that it got dark at four in the afternoon and by then the dragons were back in their pens for the night. When Charlie got back, he had time to check things over and finally they could Apparate to Shell Cottage.
"Never thought I'd be doing this," he muttered as he knocked on the door.