Who: Penelope & Sam Bradley
When: Tuesday, July 22, 2002 -- fairly late in the evening, we'll say 10:30-ish.
Where: Sam's home in Kent.
What: Random interaction after the wedding. Because I've been neglectful. *hangs head*



Since the night o the ball, Penelope had been forced to compromise her hours at work-- she never did like for work to go unfinished or for it to carry on into the next day. So that had meant many nights working late, and in some cases, even bringing it home with her. She often stayed up well past midnight, ignoring her body's protests for the true eight requisite hours of sleep.

On this particular night, she'd arrived home surprisingly early. A little after ten, to a dimly lit, unfamiliar home. She couldn't be sure if Sam was asleep; he might've been, and if he in fact wasn't, then he was more than likely holed up in his room, reading. She couldn't be sure. It mostly depended upon how fussy Gabriel was being.

She ambled on tiredly past the kitchen, dragging her feet until letting herself fall back against the cushions of the couch. Shifting some, she then curled up a bit, her head on the armrest as she closed her eyes.

Though they wouldn't remain that way long. Her mobile (kept solely for the purpose of keeping in touch with her muggle parents and brother) began to vibrate in the pocket of her jeans, and she gave a bit of an annoyed huff before retrieving the phone.

Peter's new number, she recognised it. "Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow," she sighed before ignoring the call and pocketing the phone, ready to curl up again and rest herself, never mind that she had her own room and bed down the corridor, waiting for her. She couldn't be bothered to move, not right now.