There was very little Emile and Stéph liked more than a party. So when Emile had seen the advertisement for one on his journal, he immediately grabbed his little sister and apparated the both of them to England. He wanted to see how an English party would compare to a French one (clearly inferior), and it would be a good place to meet girls.
It took them a while to navigate Britain, but they finally arrived, fashionably late. "Food! Excellent!" exclaimed Emile as he smelled the lasagna. "I am starving."