Baz was relaxing on the couch in the living room of his and Snow's flat in some grey joggers and an old Watford rugby jumper, he had been snacking on some salt & vinegar crisps and washing it down with some chamomile tea for the better part of an hour while reading through some of his texts with Bunce—Things seemed to be going well for her and Shepard... or about as well as everything could after the insanity that had happened last month.

He slid his wand out from the sleeve of his jumper and pointed it to his now-cold teacup. "Some like it hot!" And like that, the tea is nearly boiling in its cup, he lifts the cup up and takes a small sip in silence.