Fleur brushed her hands over her dress to smooth the creases and dry her hands. She rushed to the front door and pulled it open.
"Allo, Ron," she said with a warm smile, holding her arms out in greeting and leaning in for a quick kiss on each of his cheeks. "Please, come inside." She stepped back to usher him into the house. "You are the first. Sit." She gestured to the comfortable chairs in the living room. "What to drink?"