InsaneJournal

It was the day for their weekly get-together, and today, Bailey was hosting. The kitchen was a bit of a chaotic mess, but the flat was warm- without being too warm, of course- and smelled of freshly baked biscuits and warm tea (which she'd been sipping on throughout the morning) and their lunch- a simple pasta dish that wasn't too unhealthy, all things considered. There was garlic bread warming in the oven and she had music playing in the background- an old recording of her great-grandda's band playing a bunch of traditional Scottish tunes using a variety of instruments- though much of it was made up of the bagpipes and drums. She was sure her neighbors were annoyed by her love of the bagpipes, but at least she didn't play them herself? She had tried to learn as a child and hadn't been too terrible, but over the years she had practiced less and less until she could barely get a squeak out of the things.

Anywho, she was humming along, making sure things were in order for their get together. It was only Molly, so she wasn't concerned about things being as perfect as she might want them to be for other people. Not that she didn't care or anything! But there was less stress when it was her best friend as opposed to A Guest. And she was excited for this! Molly had told her that she had news and Bailey was curious to hear what it was. A quick spell and a wave of her wand and Bailey had things cleaning up in the kitchen and all she could do now was wait.