Sitting behind a desk was not something he was used to, with the exception of needing something flat for the paperwork involved with the dragons. Charlie otherwise hated it. The one thing he insisted on while at Hogwarts was being called by his first name and wearing his own clothes.
Charlie gave Hestia a large grin, "I can handle that, I think. After you, then." Opening the door for Hestia, he let her pass out first and followed close behind until they were in the hall. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he looked around for a moment. "I didn't miss you," he said with a smirk. "You're the one that came here all the way from London."
Some of the students looked as though they knew what was going on, that there was more than just this and there was a reason there were so many 'new' professors. The Order needed to keep low for various reasons, but Charlie wanted so badly for them to simply focus on school. He could not have imagined going through this war when he was their age, and that had not been too long ago. Charlie was lucky, hoping they did not feel inadequate to fight if necessary—he certainly would have ten years back.
"Does this hostage situation mean the hostage has a say in the final destination or are you kidnapping me and taking me to the Great Hall? If you are, I must say that's horribly unimpressive, Hestia."