50-A Minotaur Lane, Saturday Evening

[a_phale]

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

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[neurotic_witch]

Chris arrived after a handwavy trip to the dorms to pick up some things they might need.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson was on hand to answer the door.

"Ah, good evening....going to Hell?" Wilson had a strange sense of humor at times.

[neurotic_witch]

"Nope, staying to watch over those going," Chris replied. "I'm Chris Halliwell."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

"Nice to meet you, Chris. I'm Dr. James Wilson. The blond gentleman over there, is Aziraphale. He's already spoken with Wyatt but if you have any questions err about the wards on this house or if you need anything for the watching over...he's the one to speak with."

Wilson was perhaps a bit direct and too the point but he was approaching this the way he did a medical situation, which was clear and concise worked best. They could do friendly meet and greet later...when Bel was home.

[neurotic_witch]

"Thanks," Chris said. "Are you going?"

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Very carefully not looking back at Phale, Wilson nodded.

"I am."

[neurotic_witch]

Chris nodded back. "Wyatt and I will get you back safely."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson smiled a little ruefully, not for the first time struck at how often he ended up depending on these young people but he nodded to Chris.

"Don't doubt it."

[neurotic_witch]

"Take care of Phoebe," Chris requested quietly.