Even Callum's lips were cold when he pressed them against his neck, but Charlie was sure he'd live. "I'm starting to think all those dementors had some kind of lasting effect on the weather." He said shaking his head.
He chuckled, it was still hard for him to believe himself, and he wasn't the one having to come to terms with the idea of men marrying men the way Callum was. But despite how strange it all was, Charlie felt certain this was what he wanted, no matter how crazy it was. "Not getting cold feet are you?" He teased.
Shaking his head when Callum brandished the paper at him, Charlie took it. "I haven't had a chance yet - unlike some people I choose to get out of my freezing clothes before I start reading the paper." He smirked, "Go sit over there," Charlie pointed the paper toward the little stove. "And I'll read this." And just as Callum had said they had gotten the laws changed and they could get married, it all seemed to happen much more quickly than he thought it would, but he couldn't help but be glad. "There's a bit of good news then, is there a certain length that is proper for an engagement that I don't know about?"