As the door clicked shut behind her, Abigail's blue eyes were almost instantly flickering around the room in search of her sister. She didn't have to look long, gaze falling on Emily after only a second of searching. It helped that the blonde had decided to flop on the bed. Smiling automatically as Emily sat up, inviting her over so that her hair could be brushed out. The idea of such a simple act sounded heavenly. Just managing to restrain the desire to skip over, Abby never the less hurried across the room, settling onto the bed with an enthusiastic bounce. She was right about the hair brushing, it was heavenly. The feeling of the bristles being gently drawn across her scalp... "What do you think of them?" The question was not a surprising one, though Abigail had to focus on concentrating on her answer, thinking of the words she wanted to use and trying not to let herself get distracted by the sensation of the brush pulling through her hair. She found herself instinctively biting on her lower lip as she considered her response. But before she could begin to speak, Emily had continued on to elaborate on her own thoughts and feelings, mentioning that she was afraid of being considered a freak. Scowling at the very idea, Abby didn't hesitate is she reached up to comfortingly squeeze one of Emily's wrists. "You're not a freak." She said firmly, giving the arm beneath her fingers another squeeze for emphasis. "... And I don't think they would respond like that to you, not really. Not Charlie, at least. He seems so levelheaded..." She sighed, Dropping her hand back into her lap. "That is part of my first impression at least. I think they are good people Who honestly want to help us. The twins are a bit lax with their humor, but they mean well." She shrugged her shoulders gently. "by all the evidence we have received so far... I think we can trust them. At least a little." [Center]~~~[/Center] Charlie [I]almost[/I] told off Fred for his teasing of Emily. Almost. He wanted to explain to his brother about the way he perceived her more serious personality, her displeasure of considering being different from everyone else, the way that seemed to make her uncomfortable and somewhat... afraid. But he found himself putting off the lecture until a later date as his jaw cracked under a yawn and the twins came to a somewhat similar conclusion on their own. Running both of his hands briskly over his face, The hint of stubble scratching at his fingers, The redhead could only shrug in response to Fred's next question, asking him how he was able to get her to act so human around him. "She [I] is[/I] human." He said simply. "She's a bit skittish, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't treat her like a human." He blinked thoughtfully, choosing not to add on that his experience with working with skittish animals needed the same reactions. Emily was not an animal, but she acted enough like one that he could understand how to soothe her frayed nerves... When it was finally suggested that they all go to bed, the eldest of the present Weasley children finally rose from the table at last, his thoughts being polled away from Emily at the moment. Grinning along with his brothers about the idea of presenting the two witches to their mother the following morning, Charlie released a short bark of laughter. "definitely going to be interesting. Mum's probably going to start off with how happy she is to see them, how happy she is that they are safe, and then jump straight into how skinny they both are and insist on being a good host and make them more food then they have seen in a month. She'll insist that they eat until it's coming out of their ears." Still chuckling at the imagery, Charlie waved his wand through the air, rearranging furniture, dimming the lights, stacking the dirty dishes, until he was satisfied they would be able to sleep at least halfway decent and mostly comfortable. "see you in the morning Fred, George. Don't keep me awake or I might have to hex you." He chuckled at the idea. "sleep tight. Don't let the dragons, wolves,, or witches bite..