Emily hadn't slept as well as she had hoped, getting things in place for her and Sam to get to England soon had consumed most of her time the previous night, and she woke just as Sam was getting out of the shower. She quickly grabbed her things and headed into the bathroom. After showering and drying off, using a towel for her body and her blow dryer for her hair, she began dressing. Now, Emily, though not fully a tashionista, was very fashion forward and loved her clothes and shoes. She dressed for the day in a pair.of skinny jeans that showed off her black heeled booties. Her off white, three quarter sleeve shirt was under a grey cardigan and as always, it was topped off with her dragon necklace. She applied a bit of make up and tousled her hair bit, giving it a bit of form before she exited the bathroom and made herself a cuppa.

"Morning, she greeted, placing her wand in the waistband of her pants, and she smiled to her cousin. "So, everything is arranged. We can have ourselves to England tomorrow, but the plane doesn't leave until later on tonight. So, we can have the.morning to ourselves and pack this afternoon, or vica versa." She informed her cousin, rather happily. Emily, shockingly enough, was a rather.pleasant person in the morning.

But something had settled in. Nerves. This would be the first time she would be meeting Charlie, and this would be the first time she met his family. She would be thoroughly bombarded with everything, and with the wedding just around the corner, she knew she needed to find a gift for the bride and groom. She began fiddling with her necklace again. A habit. A very noticable one, but still she smiled to Sam. "So, are you excited?"

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George sat there, looking between his mother and brother before speaking. "So, Charlie, are you ever going to read those letters that came for you?" He asked. He knew how much he hated waiting to read his, so Charlie was bound to be anxious. "I will help mum with breakfast." He offered and Molly looked to George. It was an odd offer, considering George never offered to help with cooking. Eating, definitely, but cooking...

"How nice.of you. Thank you."Molly smiled to her son. George stood and got out the eggs and bacon before he saw his mother get up and fetch the pots and pans for the breakfast. It was going to be grand, and George smiled to his mother. The things he would do for his mother and family in general were nothing short of amazing. He hated tension. He truly did.

"Alright, George, you cook the bacon. I need to cut the vegetables for the omletes." Molly sid, and George.obeyed. He was truly glad to see his.mother's mood lightening. It made him feel loads better.