Re: Ron & Charlie
Charlie had opted for practical clothes that he hoped would pass for Muggle. Robes were fine when you did nothing, but when you flew with dragons, trousers were so much more comfortable. Dragon hive obviously, because on a reserve you wasted nothing and sooner or later everyone ended up with at least one pair. Of course, people had looked at him weirdly, but he didn't care. At home, it was a lot more private and hopefully the only disapproving look would come from his mother, although he wasn't sure if it was because of the trousers or because he was staying with Bill.
He was in the process of getting drinks for both him and his brother when Ron approached him. "It is now," he said with a shrug, before sliding the glass Ron's way. He filled a third one that he'd bring to Bill when they were done.
"I'd ask how you're doing..." Ron looked like utter shit at the moment. "I'll settle for how drunk are you?"