True to her nature, Matilde Costa had flaked on Christmas Day with her children once again. Emerson had made the noises that maybe she'd pop by after dinner, but after almost three days without so much as a floo-call, Kat had given up hope. Not that it had stopped Mariya from asking after her, mind you.
Desperate to distract herself, Kat had offered to help Emily cook the Christmas Dinner, which was why she was now stood in the kitchen, apron tied firmly around her thin waist, pushing her aunt's girlfriend towards the door and out of the room. Kat was less of a 'helper' and more of a 'control freak'. Having Emily and Katharine both fighting over dinner was enough to send anyone loopy. "I promise you, everything is absolutely under control," she promised. "I'll let you know when dinner's ready."