Re: Arrivals
Padrig had ended up rowing with Marietta about where he was going, because she'd shown up home for once, and he'd been left with no good explanation other than dinner at a friend's. Strangely, she hadn't believed him, and instead wildly accused him of going off to do work for Bellatrix again. Strange, because it was one of the few nights this week he hadn't.
Eventually he'd just pulled his outer robe on over his shirt and trousers and left, leaving her shouting in the kitchen. Maybe he just wouldn't come home tonight. It was all he could do to not curse her. Just once he'd like to shut her up, to see her screaming in pain on the floor.
When he arrived, he was buttoning his top buttons, and he smoothed his hand over his hair, the bottle of wine he'd stopped for under his arm, as he waited for someone to answer the door.