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A hand grabbed the edge of the doorway, a furtive tangle mess of hair appeared before long, slim, bare legs stumbled out of the lab. A man's shirt was tugged down by elegant, slender fingers before the owner of said hands stumbled over her own feet and muttered almost incomprehensibly in Serbian. Blowing a strand of dark hair out of her eyes, the woman stumbled half drunk up the stairs in search of more wine. Because clearly that would make this whole mess seem less ridiculous. Well, only if she could get the door open of course.

"Helen!" An unfamiliar voice shouted, clearly irate and clearly feminine. The voice attached to the ungainly woman let out a groan whilst she struggled with a locked door. A locked door to a very well stocked cellar. A well stocked cellar that was fair game whilst he- she- he was staying. Helen knew that. And he- she- he was not having this. Not now! "Why have you locked the damn cellar?! Helen!"

The tall woman scowled, stumbling towards Helen's office and bursting through the door without so much as a knock.

"Why is the cellar locked? How is a man supposed to get any work done when someone locks away all the wine?" The woman asked scowling at her long suffering friend. Placing her hands on her hips, she ignored the looks she was receiving from Henry and concentrated solely on Magnus. "And where have you been for the past three days? You were only supposed to be gone a day Helen. And I need a drink."