Who: Ginny & Charlie Weasley What: Discussions. Where: Charlie's Flat When: December 22nd, Evening Rating: Low Charlie leaned against his kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the flowers he had placed in the middle of his kitchen table. Just to the right of the bouquet sat a crumbled piece of parchment. The owl post came after he had already left that morning. He suspicious, to say the least, seeing as it had come from Draco Malfoy. He wondered if it would be bad taste to simply pitch the whole thing, but there was something holding him back from actually doing it.
He sighed, his eyes skimming over the small flat. His living room and kitchen were essentially the same space, divided only by the small, two-seater table that was pressed up against the back of his old brown sofa. The sofa faced two large windows that looked down on Diagon Alley, and a large fire place sat directly between the two. There was an overstuffed bookcase to the right, taking up the entire wall and then some. It was slightly longer than the wall was, and a bit of it stuck out into the hallway that lead back to the bathroom, bedroom, and small study. He hadn't had a chance to charm the bookshelf smaller, and kept banging his toes on it whenever he entered the living room from the hallway.
Overall, though the flat looked like it was definitely in need being redecorated (the hardwood floors were in desperate need of being refinished and the walls were covered in a horrid vine-and-floral print), there was something oddly home-y about the small space.
Turning around, Charlie reached for one of his cabinets. He pulled out a box of crackers and a bottle of wine, his mind running through the various household charms he knew. He was focusing on refurbishing his apartment, instead of the matter at hand. In fact, for nearly a week he had been focusing on anything other than himself. Though he doubted it was the healthiest of things, he silently told himself he would deal with what had happened when he was ready to.
Pouring himself a bit of wine into a mug (he needed to break down and buy some actual wine glasses), before realizing it was a piss-poor dinner he was making himself.
"Hey, Gin?" He called out, turning around again. "You hungry at all?"