50-A Minotaur Lane, Saturday Evening
True to their word, Aziraphale and Wilson had the downstairs study cleared away and ready for the evening's activities. Most of the furniture had been shoved aside, leaving plenty of space for people to gather, and to do...whatever it was that they were going to do. The angel still wasn't completely clear on that, but then he never really did understand mortal magic.
He'd even decided against providing tea, figuring that no one would really be in the mood for it anyway. So at the moment, Aziraphale and Wilson were sitting quietly in the living room, waiting.
[ooc: For the Belthazor Rescue Party, you know who you are.]
He'd even decided against providing tea, figuring that no one would really be in the mood for it anyway. So at the moment, Aziraphale and Wilson were sitting quietly in the living room, waiting.
[ooc: For the Belthazor Rescue Party, you know who you are.]