Three Sentence Ficathon

Sam had never considered herself particularly vain, but if she were to encounter one of the most popular and well-dressed girls from school on the street two blocks from Whitehall, she would have preferred for it not to be when she was pregnant, overheated, and burdened with packages.

Pevensie, on the other hand (they had not been particularly close), was smartly-dressed in a trim suit, with a portfolio under her arm and an entirely fetching hat; she cast a glance up the street before acknowledging Sam smoothly.

There was no time for more than quick pleasantries: Adam was waiting for her, and Pevensie said she had a meeting to get to; and so they shook and went on their way, Pevensie striding briskly towards the center of government, and Sam continuing on towards husband, child, and a life full of nappies--with the occasional investigation on the side.