It hadn't been that long since he'd been in Hogwarts, but the entire school seemed to be completely different now that Dumbledore was gone. Things hadn't changed that much, but it seemed to Charlie that the elderly wizard would suddenly turn the corner and greet him with a smile and laugh. Of course that didn't happen, though he continued to hope that maybe it would the closer he got towards the door to the man's office.
No, not his office, but Minerva McGonagall's now. That was something tough to adjust to, but he figured it was just like everything else in life -- something that he'd learn to live with as time went on. There were so many things changing in the world, and his return home just reminded him partially of the reasons he'd taken the job and so quickly took off to Romania...
Three sharp knocks before the red haired Weasley popped his head into the room, taking a moment to glance around. He expected to see the trinkets and artifacts that Dumbledore had adorned his office with, but most of it was gone now, replaced by Professor McGonagall's own belongings. He exhaled a breath before fully stepping into the room, closing the door in his wake.
"I came as you requested, Professor. What can I do for you?"