Who: Mary and Gabriel
What: I'ma get get get get you drunk...
Where: Mary's flat
When: Saturday night, lateish

Mary was sleepy...and hungry. Actually, probably more hungry than sleepy. Which was why she was currently baking a batch of brownies because she was craving cake and chocolate and fudge and it was the only thing that could really satisfy all three of those at once without really accomplishing anything. She pouted a bit to herself as she scraped the mixing bowl, letting the last bit of the batter plop into the baking pan. God, these better taste good otherwise she'd be very upset at how long she would be waiting for them to bake fully.

It was shaping up to be a pretty uneventful evening, that was, until she heard the familiar sound of someone arriving in her fireplace. Strange...she hadn't been expecting anyone and--she felt this sudden fear boil up in her as she heard things hitting the floor in the living room and she was panicking and no. Call it her maternal instinct, but if this was someone coming because she was a muggleborn and vocal about things and--she grabbed the cast iron skillet from the stove top, holding its handle with both hands as she made her way around the corner. Ugh, where was Gabriel when she needed him around?!