Penelope
On rare occasions, something resembling sunlight graced the Underworld. Not quite as bright, not nearly as warm, but a welcome relief from the eternal twilight.
“I’ll have my breakfast on the patio,” I told Remus, gesturing to the little table overlooking my luscious gardens.
“Right away,” he answered warmly, retreating to instruct the other servants.
Leisurely, I took to my seat and basked in the faint glow. Day and night didn’t mean anything down here but I preferred to think of this as the morning. A gentle awakening in the land of the dead where nobody but the living and the peaceful slept.
Remus brought my daily tea and I savoured the bitter smell. It wasn’t quite like the Overworld coffee but it was similar enough to do the trick.
Halfway through my cup of tea, Molly a
