Taking a little time for herself after having dinner at her parent’s house had become a tradition of Lena’s since she had made the move to London. Largely, it had to be said, because her mother’s opinion about said move got a thorough airing each time she set foot in the Scamander family home and Lena needed a little bit of quiet time with a stiff gin to remind herself that her mother was wrong and her flat was not a dingy, unfeminine sty.
It really wasn’t, she thought as she took a sip, and it certainly wasn’t compared to the pub which was primarily why she usually chose this spot to make herself feel better about her flat. Any place was better when it wasn’t giving off the faint smell of ale and smoke and her flat had the great advantage of being entirely hers, allowing her to revel in her solitude.
The other reason she was in the pub, Marlena didn’t let herself think about, was that the solitude, only sometimes, got a little bit too much.
“You should have it more often if it makes you that happy,” Lena commented, having watched the young woman sit, slump and drink and been amused by each stage. “Are you celebrating something?”
It really wasn’t, she thought as she took a sip, and it certainly wasn’t compared to the pub which was primarily why she usually chose this spot to make herself feel better about her flat. Any place was better when it wasn’t giving off the faint smell of ale and smoke and her flat had the great advantage of being entirely hers, allowing her to revel in her solitude.
The other reason she was in the pub, Marlena didn’t let herself think about, was that the solitude, only sometimes, got a little bit too much.
“You should have it more often if it makes you that happy,” Lena commented, having watched the young woman sit, slump and drink and been amused by each stage. “Are you celebrating something?”
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