who: rose and penelope what: tea and discussing ... things where: swirls when: tuesday afternoon
Rose didn't like Penelope very much. The woman was brash at best and an uppity bint at worst. But after the article in the Weekly, Rose found herself understanding a bit more about the woman than she had before. If only Penelope had done something like articulate those points when she'd been talking in the journals before. And if she hadn't flouted her own ability to circumvent the restrictions.
The restrictions were down now, but Rose still wanted to talk to Penelope. They'd set up a time and a place to meet, and Rose, extremely wary of the Ministry, took care to show up exactly three minutes before they were due to meet. She was dressed crisply, in her best business robes, not to look like she belonged, but to look more powerful than she felt.
She was admitting that perhaps she'd been too harsh, after all, and she wanted to hold some edge - any edge - while she still could. She had the back page of the Weekly with her, mostly to cite if she needed to, but in the meantime, she took a seat near the edge of the cafe, closest to the lifts, and waited for Penelope to arrive.