It was the last Sunday of the month, and Ava Gedge found herself squashed into a corner table, quietly waiting for her sister, Eliza, to arrive. It was their designated day to sit back and allow themselves to reconnect and catch up on what was going on in each other's lives. In particular, Ava was always eager to check in on her much younger sister.

Unfortunately for Ava, she had not received Eliza's owl, canceling their usual plans due to some sort of important business at work. The clock ticked past their agreed upon meeting time, and the woman inwardly squirmed. She put a lot of stock in punctuality, and it drove her crazy when others did not follow through. Her sister wasn't always on time, so she decided to wait it out and order a butterbeer in the meantime.

As she went to take a sip, someone unexpected slipped into the seat across from her. Without looking up, she smirked and sarcastically muttered, "About time. What? Did your knea--" She paused, eyes landing on someone who was decidedly not her sister. "Good evening?"

Open to anyone who sits at Ava's table.