Bill was a pretty nice guy, not a 'nice guy' but just a friendly all around person who cared about the happiness and well being of the people around him. He wasn't so overt about it like some, but when someone outright seemed to need help and that was a help he could provide? Well he'd volunteer. This place was unpredictable, there were people that shouldn't be, people that weren't anymore, people of different places. Sometimes at night Bill held the newspaper article, proclaiming his brother was dead and watched it as the light of the candles climbed the walls. Was that what he was missing? Did the world back home continue and crumble?
It weighed on him, but a new day and a new way to shake that off, throw back his shoulders and pretend not to think about it.
Being the welcoming sort Bill had whipped up a few cookies and he was transferring them onto a rack to cool when the door went. He waved his wand toward it and it swung open as he wiped his hands on the front of his trousers. "Hello there, come in, cup of tea?" Bill offered but he was already filling the teapot.