Who: Penelope Clearwater and Marietta Edgecombe What: Angst. Bucket loads as they deal with their falling out. Where: The Ministry of Magic. When:: Thursday Evening Status: TBD/Closed.
It was relatively easy to go through the motions; to get up, to go to work and pretend that the events of Sunday night hadn't happened. Drinking coffee, crafting media replies or tackling a hundred other jobs that made up her days was a scant distraction to the argument with her red-headed witch and one of the few people Penny called friends. For too long now she'd been teetering on a knife edge, pressure and stress building up behind her eyes into what would be an almighty headache and it had began with Seamus Finnigan and in a twist of irony, it would end in the same place.
Her house of cards was starting to crumble. Her sole informant was pulling out, threatening her friends, her career even her sanity and she'd lashed out. Seeking assistance rom another friend - publicly - and Marietta had blamed her. Closing her eyes and pinching her nose, Penny focused on breathing as she banked everything down again. She wouldn't regret what had happened with Miles but she couldn't let it cost her Marietta. And so it was, as five o clock after colleagues filed out, the media liason officer found herself in the lift heading to the floor where coffee was thick and tension stiffer still. Walking quickly, head down she presented a different person than the witch who had been so fuelled by anger she'd hauled a wizard into a cupboard.
This was different. This mattered.
Knocking lightly and entering, closing the door behind her before either of them could change their minds Penny took a quick glance around the office. "I thought we could talk." The door was closed and so, if her friend threw her out there would be less witnesses.