Stumbling his tired legs up the stairs to his front door, Mason yawned. Another long day at work completed. And nothing made it better than fanning off the sweaty Lord Borr. -_______- Mason shuddered. That was just disgusting.

After shutting the door, he flipped the lights on and dumped his shoulder bag on a chair in the entryway. He found his way to the fridge to look for some food items that could possibly make a somewhat suitable dinner. Deciding on some leftover Chinese takeout, he grabbed some chopsticks and shoved a bite of noodles in his mouth. He set the half eaten food on the counter. Next stop was to the alcohol cupboard. A long day deserved a strong drink, right?

Mason had dumped every bottle of firewhiskey he owned after the night at the Leaky. He'd puked his guts out all over Medea and Noah after an unbelievable fight and too much drinking on Mason's part. He still couldn't believe the things that Medea had said. Called him obsessive, like he was stalking her. Just a man from work. Mason shook his head.

He saw an unfamiliar bottle on the top shelf and grabbed it, cocking one eyebrow. Where had this come from? It didn't necessarily look familiar, but then again he hadn't opened his liquor cabinet in some time. Mason shrugged and opened the bottle, taking a long swig. Hmm, didn't taste to bad either. Until...

Suddenly, Mason was having diffculty breathing. He coughed and choked and tried to clear his airway, but it was shut tight. He couldn't breathe.

The dark bottle dropped from his hand and smashed onto the floor. The liquid splashed everywhere; once it hit the surface it turned black and bubbled, leaving a horrid stench. Mason gripped his throat with one hand and used the other to pound his fist on the counter, squeezing his eyes shut tight.

He needed to do something, but his mind was panicked. He needed his wand to send a patronus to... To who? Anyone! Medea was the first person that came to his mind. She would have to do. Trying to see past the spots that were filling his sight, Mason stumbled toward his shoulder bag by the front door where his wand was. Before he could make it though, the poison took a stronger grip on his life.

Mason collapsed to the floor.