Samantha couldn't lie, not to directly in Emily's presence. Besides, lying would be pointless. Of course she's nervous. The terrified expression, although weakly hidden in her attempts to remain calm and composed, could not be mistaken. However, even consumed by her fears, Samantha was excited to be visiting another country. Samantha was never given the opportunity to explore England, since her father decided to move the family from Scotland. Understandably so, though. 

When Emily asked her question, Samantha merely shrugged in reply and busied herself with small tasks. She wanted to avoid this conversation. Finishing up her tea, cleaning the dishes and straightening up the small apartment could only keep Samantha occupied for so long. "How about we go to the local market?" It was a suggestion. Something to do together, since they haven't seen each other in a while. "We can buy some things to bring along?"

* * * 

Charlie stood in the opened doorway to the kitchen, watching his brother and mother together. He'd known that coming back would be difficult. He expected it to be. Yet, Charlie was unable to shake the discomfort of being back in the Burrow. This was his childhood home, it held precious memories and despite all that, Charlie felt himself to be an intruder. 

"George?" He called for the other's attention. "Can I speak with you?"

When the younger brother came into the living room, Charlie sat down on the couch and looked down to the floor with furrowed brows. 

"What if Emily does decide to come? I'm sure she's picturing someone more like you in her mind." His voice was solemn.