|Padma Patil (pellucid_lotus) wrote in eminor_macula,|
@ 2008-05-29 23:00:00
|Entry tags:||lisa turpin, narrative, padma patil|
Who: Padma Patil and Lisa Turpin
When: May 28, 2000, evening
Where: Padma's flat
Status: In progress
Summary: Lisa takes Padma up on dinner.
Padma wasn't expecting a guest and her attire attested to as much. She was currently curled up on her couch, glad that Oliver had gone up to his Gram's for the weekend. Not that she wasn't glad she could be a help to him and give him a save haven, but his nervous pacing liked to drive her insane. If he wasn't asking her to check the wards, he was studying all her books on wandless magic (as he was rather convinced they'd only tracked his wand not his magic, which explained her easy travel on a broom.) So, curled up in a t-shirt of Oliver's that had gotten mixed into her wash and her Puddlemere shorts, she sat on her couch reading up on creating portkeys and wondering if she'd be able to perform all the magic herself.