| Penny/Cho, Shopping, Sunday |
[Jul. 1st, 2007|08:07 pm] |
*sets down the bags in her hands and rubs at the muscles of her shoulder as they take their table at an outdoor cafe* Not bad for an afternoon's work, hmm? *signals to a passing waitress for menus*
Not sure about you, but I'm not just getting tea. I need food after all that passing through shop after shop. *eyes Cho, looking for signs of overexertion* How're you and the little ones fairing? |
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| Penny/Roger, Friday evening, Liverpool |
[Jun. 22nd, 2007|09:42 pm] |
*rubs absently at Roger's feet on her lap as they watch a film, laughing a little louder than normal during the funnier parts* This should be your favourite bit, right? Look! There goes Jamie Lee, right through the roof of the limousine. *mentally pushes away the niggling worry that keeps trying to worm it's way back in and hasn't let up since Thursday evening* *it's gotten worse, actually, with every passing hour*
*gives her head a little shake and focuses again on the film* Of course, they'd be blinded being that close to such a blast but I suppose the filmmakers need to use a bit of license... |
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| Owl Post |
[Jun. 10th, 2007|10:36 am] |
To: Cho Weasley
From: Penny Clearwater
( Dearest Cho )
To: Nymphadora Tonks
From: Penny Clearwater
( Tonks! ) |
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| Penny/Roger, Friday evening, Liverpool |
[Jun. 2nd, 2007|07:52 pm] |
*drops back onto the mattress, breathing slowly returning to normal* *pushes her damp fringe from her forehead and turns onto her side* *drapes an arm across his chest and snuggles in close, fingers toying with the fine hair on his chest*
Definitely my favourite way to end the week *leans in and presses a kiss to his chest* |
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| Wednesday Evening, Hogwarts |
[May. 30th, 2007|09:13 pm] |
*settles into the mattress, eyes falling on the newly charmed crystal and smiling grimly - near as she can tell, the charm is working and working well, the problem will come with him agreeing to seal the last of it* *sighs and turns onto her side, pulling the spare pillow into her embrace* *sighs because it’s a pale comparison to the warm comfort that is Roger next to her*
*hears a rustling overhead and springs up, shields falling around her soundlessly as she does so* *chuckles a bit when she sees the owl flying towards her, but doesn’t drop the shields* *eyes the parchment the owl drops and prods it with the wand she’s retrieved from her bedside table until she sees the Tansard seal on it* *careful to perform every secrecy or sensing spell she knows before opening it, she waves a finger towards the bedside lamp and reads*
My dear Penelope,
It is with a joyous heart that I take quill to parchment this morning. I’ve just left a meeting of all Senior Fellows and we are in unanimous agreement.
We further hope that despite your less-than-pleasant departure from this institute, you will consider the below carefully before rendering any decision.
We would like to extend to you the chance to return to Tansard, and take the position of Senior Fellow that should have been granted to you months ago. In case you weren’t already aware, your former partner is no longer here and a hearty good riddance to him, I might add. We very much miss your abilities as well as your sparkling personality here.
Please do consider returning to us and send your reply via owl through the normal route as soon as possible. The other Seniors and I....
*drops the letter to her lap in shock, mouth already spreading into a wide grin* *speaks to the empty room, nearly giggling the word out*
Tansard! |
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| Pen/Lilith, Diagon Alley, Sunday |
[May. 27th, 2007|09:38 am] |
*smiles as she walks down the Alley, the book she'd come looking for tucked into her bag* *smiles knowing her seventh year students, the Ravenclaws anyway, are going to be overjoyed she was able to find the obscure study guide she'd found before her seventh year - the one that had helped her profusely during NEWT revisions*
*looks into a shop window at a display of crystals and pauses* *That might just do it *looks up at the sign and realises where she is, making the decision to detour into the store at once* |
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| Solo RP |
[May. 25th, 2007|05:26 pm] |
*closes the door behind her into her quarters and looks at the bag she's already packed for the weekend* *blows the hair from her forehead and shrugs out of her Professor's robes, hanging them on the hook by the door* *hears Minerva's words in her mind as she packs up the last few items she'll need*
I've no problem with your teaching, Penelope. It's above reproach and I'm certain NEWT and OWL results will bear out that your students have learned and learned well. But I cannot help but wonder if living at a school so far from friends and family...
*sighs and drops into a chair - it hadn't been a dismissal, it had been a request for help as it seemed there was an acquaintance of Minerva's looking for employment, a woman newly widowed with years of teaching behind her* She's probably forgotten more about lesson plans than I'll ever know *laughs a little and hoists the travel bag onto her shoulder* Better fit all around *but she can't keep the note of sadness from her voice* |
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| Owl Post: Davies Household |
[May. 16th, 2007|09:52 pm] |
To: Mister Nathan Davies
From: Penelope Clearwater
Dear Peanut,
Your Daddy told me you were having trouble settling in to sleep the other night. I hope this will help if that ever happens again while I'm at school.
I will see you on Friday and we'll take out the bubbles again, all right?
Until then,
Pennyplee
P.S. Give Daddy a hug for me and have him give you one from me.
Enclosed is a new copy of Danny and the Dinosaurs. When opened to page one, her voice is heard reading the story and telling Nathan when to turn the page. |
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| Friday Evening, a London Mini-golf |
[May. 11th, 2007|09:59 pm] |
*lines up her chipped and worn putter against the bright blue ball, shifting her stance this way and that to change the hit angle from her club* *mutters* Just a bit more angle and the right amount of force and you'll see how to properly get the ball through the windmill, James.
*risks a look up at him* Then perhaps you'll get a stroke advantage on the back nine *winks and returns to her shot* *taps the ball and watches it sail past the windmill*
*grins smugly* See? |
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| (no subject) |
[May. 6th, 2007|03:27 pm] |
*after a quick trip into Diagon Alley after leaving Roger's earlier, she decided to drop in on Cho while she was still in London, never getting to see her much due to the security restrictions around the school and seriously fancying a talk with her* *smiles as she knocks, realising they've not had a chance to seriously catch up in quite a while*
*looks around her, still slightly spooked by Dylan's sudden reappearance then tells herself to stop being silly and focuses on the door in front of her* |
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| Midday Saturday, Hogwarts and London |
[Apr. 29th, 2007|01:12 am] |
*closes the door to her rooms behind her and shrugs out of her professor's robes, hanging them on a peg near the door* *grins to herself, remembering the past weekend, the story reading and...grin widens...the bit on the sofa before Nathan woke up* *starts to hum idly as she moves nearer her desk, meaning to go over her notes a bit before leaving for their training session* *just settles behind her desk when an owl flutters through the window*
*takes the parchment from the bird and unrolls it, half prepared for it to be Roger on a mission somewhere and unable to meet today* *eyes widen the further down the short note she gets*
Miss Clearwater,
You don't know me, but I work at St Mungos. A bloke was just admitted here in a right state, bleeding something awful, you know. Healers everywhere, you wouldn't believe the chaos. Anyrate. This bloke was fighting the Healers off, trying to get up and such, until they finally got out of him he wanted someone contacted. You. The bloke's name's Roger something, didn't catch the last of it.
Hope I sent this to the right bird.
*doesn't read as far as the signature before she's out from behind her desk and running flat out for the Hogwarts gates* |
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| Solo RP |
[Apr. 24th, 2007|08:36 pm] |
*sits at her desk and smiles warmly over the letter in her hand, re-reading it for what feels like the tenth time* *knows it's slightly childish but can't help herself*
( Dearest Pens ) |
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| Weasley Reception, Saturday |
[Apr. 21st, 2007|10:01 pm] |
*takes one of the many chairs and eases the right shoe from her foot, massaging the bits of her flesh the shoes have cut into, muttering soothing charms over them as she does so* *spends a second's deliberaton about using a numbing charm, but decides not to risk falling on her bum due to numb feet*
*looks up as she slides the shoe back on and breaks into a very wide grin*
Mrs Weasley, I presume |
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| Friday evening, pool hall, New Orleans [complete] |
[Apr. 20th, 2007|09:44 pm] |
*eyes the table before her critically, applying chalk to the end of her cuestick as she does so* Right then. 45 degrees, a centre hit. No problem
*leans over the table, resting the smooth wood between her knuckles and drawing it back slowly, testing her follow through three times before letting the cue fly* *hears the satisfying snick of wood against ball and freezes, watching the cue ball roll* *groans and stands up, scowling as the red ball just misses falling into the pocket*
Well, buggerall *blows her fringe from her eyes and looks at Roger* I used to be better at this |
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| Thursday evening, Hogwarts, Penny's quarters |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|09:13 pm] |
*rests her head on her left hand as her right carries on marking the essay before her, wondering just when they started teaching creative grammar in the primary schools* *tries to look beyond the spelling as well and focus more on the magical theory of the essay with difficulty*
*finishes it at last and sets the whole completed stack aside* *glances at the clock and smiles, already anticipating her visitor* |
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