"Hello, Thomas," Charlie says to the lad in greeting. He maintains his smile even as the child babbles, and once Tara explains what he's trying to say, he laughs out loud. "Hair's a funny thing, innit? Technically, my hair is red, though it's the shade of a carrot, and all of us with similar hair go around calling ourselves gingers. I don't pretend to understand it, myself." He chuckles, happy to see Tara again.

"I've been well. Keeping busy. And how are you doing? Are you feeling well?" He asks, aware that she's expecting her third child. Blimey, that could be Ron and Hermione, soon enough; expecting their third child. And suddenly, Charlie feels older than he is, in that moment.