Who Peyton Davis & Tracey Davis What Siblings spending time together before Tracey returns to Hogwarts. Nothing to see. Move along. When December 28th, 1997. Dinner time! Where Peyton's Hogsmeade Flat! Status Incomplete/Closed Rating Low.
The majority of the furniture in Peyton's apartment was glass. All the shelves and all the tables. It was a style choice that he'd regretted once he'd realised that it meant that he would have to constantly clean fingerprints off of everything, but he liked that his decor was a far cry from the disgusting pub in which he spent all of his working hours.
Peyton didn't regret leaving the Ministry. He didn't like the direction that things were headed and if walking off the job could throw a bit of a wrench into the gears--even just for a few days--then he was happy to do it. He wished he could do more, really, but he didn't know where to begin. He'd hoped that working for Aberforth Dumbledore might open up some options for him but he'd learned within the first two seconds of working that he was never to mention Albus Dumbledore's name ever and so he was now at a bit of a loss as to what to do.
The sofa, chairs and such were all leather and much nicer then he would have been able to afford on his current salary--the Ministry had paid much better. Tax payers money, and all that. But he wasn't about to give any of that up in protest. After all, the only person whose gears would be upset by that particular wrench was himself.
He made a quick dinner for himself and his sister--nothing too exciting, just a quick vegan pasta, heavy on the tomato sauce, and a couple bottles of wine that he'd picked up from the Three Broomsticks because he'd rather shove a carrot in his eye then feed his sister any of the everclear-like booze that the Hog's Head served. (He was convinced that Aberforth brewed it himself and that somehow the goats were involved.)
Waiting for Tracey to arrive, he set himself up with a glass of wine (no harm in starting a bit early) and a good book.