“Hmm mm I’ll remind you of that when my birthday rolls around.” Grinning now, tickled pink at the old fashioned gesture Penny cut her sandwich in two in the same precise manner she’d tackled her tea. Life was about routines; traditions and though she’d deviated from a lot of the ones she’d had growing up (and how!), Penny enjoyed the rituals of them. The small ceremonies that brought back memories; the clinking of a teaspoon against a china cup reminded her of sunday afternoons at her grandpas with the ever lasting table stretching out and the smell of flowers heading towards their best filling the air.
He was right. Damn him, he was right and the logical rationing was one she should have appreciated. Having him under her roof was a terrible idea; she’d never be able to sleep knowing he was feet away and sleeping soundly on sheets she’d washed. This was as far as it could go; she’d be toxic to his career. “Maybe.” The best thing she could do for both of their sakes was hope he’d take the damn potion and find his perfect pureblooded match. Blonde probably, and stacked. Perfect for him.
Somehow she’d become attuned to the way he moved, mirroring the gestures and when she felt those inscrutable eyes focus on her, the heat spread through her body. Penny didn’t so much as flicker, wondering when and if she should bring it up. Luckily the moment never came. “Yeah? I think it would be a good way of catching up. Seeing who has hooked up with whom and where everyone stands. People don’t dish gossip as much over letter of floo as they do face to face.” Picking up her sandwich, Penny bit into it and let out a little groan at the crispy salty bacon. Merlin, this was why she came here. Lashings of bacon on white bread and just a touch of brown sauce..
Sauce which was perched on the corner of her mouth and threatening to slide further. Darting her tongue out to catch it, Penny nodded and reached for the napkin. “I vote yes for the party.” Not that she’d be in attendance.