You knew it was a mistake to bring someone who knew magic into your kitchen to bake cookies, especially if he's British. You don't know how, but he turned the gingerbread men into an army of demons.

"This is the last time I'll ever bake with you," he says as if it wasn't his fault, "bloody hell."

The blond takes a drag of his cigarette and starts preparing for a ritual. "You just going to stand there or are you going to help me? I won't blame you for running away."