Glenda had been watching Tristan play in the living room from the kitchen when she heard a knock come from the front door. The sound had caught her so off guard that she nearly slid off the tabletop and dropped to the floor in shock. No one came to the house, with Tristan still being too young to have friends and her increasingly anti-social ways, so it took a few moments for her to recollect herself.

Who could it possibly be? Tristan had given no notice to the knock, continuing to play with his new dinosaur and Quidditch sets on the floor. Thinking it would be best to not involve him, Glenda quickly walked toward the front door without saying anything. As she walked, she thought about what it could be. She supposed it was getting close to her son's birthday (three in two weeks!), so it was very possible there was an early gift in the post. That thought calmed her for a moment... until she remembered that wizards didn't use post-officers. She stopped in her tracks, now feeling unsteady about who could be behind the door.

No. The war was over. This was not England. She did not need to be overly paranoid anymore. She looked back at her son briefly, who had still given no heed to anything outside of his own interests. There was nothing wrong. It was normal to have people visit other people's houses. She continued to sooth herself with positive thoughts until she finally made it to the door.

Just for food measure, Glenda quietly pressed her face up against the door, peaking through the hole. "Sturgis?" she whispered, genuinely surprised to see a familiar face so far away from where it should be. Well this was--- unexpected. A slight frown formed on her face, unsure of what to think of this. Was it wrong that her mind automatically went to whether this would be good or bad? Taking a deep breath, she clung to the handle and threw the door open.

"Sturgis!" Glenda repeated, feigning a surprised tone easily. She produced a well-trained smile for him.

He let out a long breath from his nose, staring up at the night sky with little interest. Charlie had started out with a lot of interest, as it seemed that the perfectly clear sky should not be wasted by being indoors, but the staring and gazing had caused his thoughts to wander and drift away from his current position on the earth. He probably shouldn't have let his mind lose itself in his thoughts, as he had a rather lovely girl lying in the grass beside him, resting just as quietly as him.

Charlie really had no idea what he was doing there with Penelope Fawcett. He'd asked her for coffee the other night, and their strange but interesting conversation from the coat closet seemed to carry over into an amusing bit of chit chat. Charlie wasn't going to bring up the fact that she'd snogged him quite thoroughly, as it was more than easy to tell that the girl was not one of his usual birds. She was beautiful, of course (that was a given, Charlie's ego only allowed so much--), but he had no desire to snog her right now. Well, no--he wouldn't oppose it, but Charlie was finding himself enjoying himself just lying there in silence.

His life was constantly moving in a whirl of action and chatter, it was just nice to be near someone who he didn't feel like he needed to impress.

"I failed Astronomy one semester," he said, moving his hands to create a pillow under his head, his eyes still locked on the sky.