As Hestia shook herself out, she always did hate Apparating, they landed quite perfectly in front of the shabby, double doors leading to Hestia's flat. She brushed a bit of dust off of her shoulder before looking to Charlie with a crooked smile. "They ought to name him Charles," she said, a casual shrug following as she slipped her wand from the sleeve of her jacket.
"Alohomora," she said and the double doors creaked open slightly. After slipping her wand back up her sleeve, she pushed open the door and made room for Charlie to walk in.