Charlie cradled a glass of what appeared to be juice in his right hand, swishing it around and around in the glass between sips. He'd never been so proud of Bill as he was today, and while he couldn't stop smiling, he felt the entire world go numb during his speech. It had gone well, without a hitch really, and he felt better now. He'd said nothing about his new position except to his younger brothers; he felt that he'd wait another few days so that Bill and Fleur could have their spotlight.
Taking a seat at the head table, he leaned on his elbows to watch the crowd. He recognised about half of the people there, and the other half he knew he'd never get away from. He'd spent the morning trying to duck away from their mother, but eventually she caught him and trimmed his hair up a bit -- and the heckling and compliments began once he'd pulled on his tux. It had mostly been in jest, and he took it well, but he felt like a child all over again -- something, he thought in retrospect, he'd felt like a lot recently.
He shook his head a few times and took another sip from the glass in his hand. At least everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves in these times.