Who: Parvati and Padma Patil What:Fighting Talking about boys. Where: Their flat When: Saturday Evening Rating: Lowish? Swearing is a possibility.
Tonight was looking to be another night alone. Padma realized that she worked a lot these days, and when she wasn't working, she was elbow-deep in homework. She also understood that her twin had her own things going on, but spending evenings alone in this flat were starting to make Padma a little cranky.
She sat in the sitting room with every light on to chase away the darkness outside and the wireless on, piping in the Weird Sisters. The latest Potions essay was proving to be a bit trickier than Padma had expected, and she was hunched over it, quietly mouthing the words to the song along with Myron Wagtail.
When a door somewhere slammed shut, Padma nearly jumped out of her skin, sending her bottle of violet ink skittering across the table, spraying ink all the way, and onto the floor where it smashed onto the carpet.
Pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes, she let her breathing come back to normal before looking up.