Charlie had seen Ginny's message about changing her moving day to Sunday. Not that it made much difference to him, it was still technically a work day. Didn't mean he couldn't get his arse up earlier and help family though. So when his alarm went off at half 11 he grumbled his way out of bed and into the the shower. He knew there was a chance of him getting messy again, but it would help wake him up.
It was gone 12 by the time he'd gulped down a coffee and apparated his now clean and dressed self to The Burrow, only to be told that everything had gone. Mum had made an attempt at feeding him, but he'd reassured her that he was going to try and extract payment from his sister in the form of food and coffee.
A few seconds later he was knocking on the door to Ginny's new flat, calling through the door. "Sis, you'd better have found some way of making coffee because it's still far too early for me right now!"