Who: Ginny and Charlie Weasley, colour What: Well, the plan is for Charlie to open up. Here's hoping. When: Christmas Eve. I'M BACKTRACKING, YA'LL. Where: Ginny's who house
Charlie knew the issue and yet he hadn't made any real active attempt to try and change it, even after his discussion with Ginny. He knew he was letting her down, as was he everyone, but he was continuing to let himself sink further. He could say he had an excuse for his lack of communication in the days leading up to Christmas, but he was certain they believed he was becoming the King of excuses. Still...
...it was Christmas Eve, and he didn't know just how things were going to work tomorrow, with as many of his family as there was. They all had their own separate families who had families and it wasn't incredibly likely that they would all gather together anyway. He so rarely gathered for those types of things. He made an active effort every few years but more often then not he was alone on the reserve with Sorcha on the holidays.
With his head bowed, he gave a gentle knock to the door of Ginny's who house. She was the first stop on his trek for the evening, delivering presents he had managed to craft during downtime in many of the worlds, the notion of Christmas forced upon him by his young nieces and nephews. Parcels were held carefully and eyes were downcast.