Angie needed out of London and soon. A vacation, a job, something, anything. She'd been in town for near two months now and she was suffocating in idleness. Life had other plans apparently and though she was still working, she would rather not be at the bank every day if she could help it.

She was currently curled up on the sofa with Ash and one of the books she'd acquired on her last trip to Whizzhard's, a little fire crackling merrily in the hearth thanks to the light drizzle outside that kept her from wanting to venture anywhere like the Augurey or the Cauldron today. The only perks of being home was sleeping in her own bed and soaking up the cat snuggles, so at least she had those going for her today. She missed naps— and her friends too, she supposed.

Dinner was on her mind when the fire in the hearth suddenly glowed green. Ang wasn't expecting anyone, but she had a fairly open door (or floo) policy when she was home. Well even if she wasn't, her flat and her room was a respite for anyone who needed it as long as they respected the space. When Rowan stepped out lookin worse for the wear, Angie was on her feet in an instant. "What happened?" She demanded softly of the younger woman, intercepting her and directing her toward the couch.