who: Padma Patil & Rodolphus Lestrange when: Early evening. where: Just outside of Padma's flat. what: An uncomfortable meeting where Padma is alternately charmed and creeped out.
It had been another long day. Long hours spent at St. Mungos as Padma Patil worked even closer towards becoming a full-flegded healer. It meant a lot of time and effort on her part, waking early, staying late, and pulling hours of study and practise in place of having a normal social life. True, it didn't have to be this intense but Padma always did something fully or not at all. She had thrown herself completely into her training, foregoing any chance at making herself like any normal 23 year old. No, Padma wanted to shine and that's exactly what she planned on doing, regardless of what it may have done thus far to her social life.
Tonight was like any other day. At six on the dot, Padma clocked out and stepped out into London. Apperating was easy, though she did consider a moment on walking. The early evening air was cool on her flushed cheeks but she was wary. Despite the fact that the missing women had been brought back, Padma wasn't about to take any sort of chance. Parvati would have killed her, knowing that her twin had walked home alone. Frowning and shrugging (defeated but not knocked out), Padma closed her eyes, sucking in a breath before she appeared in the alleyway behind her flat. Readjusting her skirt and blouse, she turned the corner...and ran right into someone. Brilliant, just brilliant.
She wavered a moment, managing to catch herself, wishing she hadn't worn heels (honestly her inner Parvati had been begging for her to wear them and how could she resist such a urge?) as she turned her attention to the person she'd run into. "Sorry about that," She began in a polite but apologetic tone. "Are you all right?"