"Idiot," he said, good naturedly. "Leave it to you to not pay attention around fire." Not that he believed it for a moment. Charlie might play games, but he always paid attention to the dragons.
Callum chuckled. "If she had idea about what's proper, she would have waited the year, even if your mother had welcomed her with open arms. It's just the way things are." Or were, since no one else seemed to care. Marriages were arranged in days, divorces even quicker. It was just wrong.
He stood up and pulled Charlie up by his arm. "All right, since I'm not getting your bed dirty and I refuse to be uncomfortable--" He took his wand out and transfigured the two chairs into a very spacious couch. "This is better," he said, sitting back down and pulling Charlie with him. Callum slid close to his lover and leaned against Charlie. "All right, let's start with the first thing. How long do you want to wait? Do you have a preference? Any special date you want?"