Fred: Elbows George, grinning “Oi! Look who’s here! The brightest, most dangerously charming person in the room!” He spins around, flourishes his hands, nearly knocking over a teacup.

George: Smirks, leaning casually against the doorway “Fred, calm down. We don’t want to scare them off on the first greeting. I’ll handle the charm.” He gives a small, playful bow, eyebrow raised.