Padma Medhani Patil (sweet_lime) wrote in afic, @ 2011-04-08 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: anthony goldstein, character: padma patil, player: sarah, x player: gail |
Who: Padma Patil, Anthony Goldstein
When: April 8, evening
Where: Anthony's Flat
What: I'm sorries.
Padma had endured a long, yet interesting enough day. She'd been in charge of answering some simple owls for the afternoon—standard default answers to various questions that had been sent to Neville's office throughout the day. It had been a bit meditative, just answering in a predetermined, standard format that required no real thinking on her part, just easy repition, fold, seal, owl off.
She had fallen asleep not long after sending the owl to Anthony the night before, knowing she was only going to worry herself by staying up and waiting for a would-be reply. Because of this, she ended up oversleeping a bit and rushed out of the flat without checking for an owl. She thought on and off again about it throughout the day, and kept wondering if Anthony did reply, would the owl know to find her at the Ministry? She'd worried about him throughout the entire day, even during her lunch with Robert Stebbins.
It wasn't surprising, then, that her owls were the first thing she checked when she arrived home. She glanced right over the note the first time she rifled through. Then, when going back to a bit of mail at the top of the stack, she saw it—the two Rumi poems.
Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
Padma, still in her Ministry attire, dress robes half open, heels still on, wasted no time, nor a second read of the letter. She left her flat, locked it up behind her, and in minutes was knocking on Anthony's door.