When Charlie had told her that she could help him decorate him waaaay back during Christmas break, she believed him. And here Keighley was, standing in the middle of his brand new room in his new house while he brought up all the boxes. Not because she was lazy and didn't want to carry any but simply because HE wouldn't allow her to. Which in her opinion was quite silly as she was more than capable of carrying a couple of boxes up a flight of stairs. That wasn't important though, what was important here was the fact that Charlie was here now. He was here and no longer in Sweden.

Hearing Charlie come into the room behind her, Keighley turned around to face him and smiled. Over the course of the year her Swedish had gotten much better, however she still understood it much better than she spoke it. "Do you need a break first? At least to catch your breath?" The blonde smiled warmly at him, crossing the room to a box filled with trophies. "It might be best to get these sorted first and then we can figure out where you want all your posters to go."