His flat is quiet. As the afternoon draws in, the choppy sunlight flooding in through the big windows in his living room warms everything to a sparkling, luminous golden, making it look far more inviting than it actually is. He misses the people from his birthday party, scattered about on his furniture. He misses Charlie, taking up so much space in his bed, on his couch, in his kitchen. He misses Pansy and Neville already, and he only just said goodbye to them an hour ago.