Penelope Penn was tired. Tired, cranky, and hungry to be precise. Let me elaborate: it had been one of those mornings where you're woken up at 6:30am by a grumpy older sister who wants to drag you out shopping. Your breakfast cereal turns to mush in, like, five seconds, and your hair is refusing to brush out so it hangs in frizzy clumps around your face. You have to wear nice black skirts and white shirts and squeeze your feet- which are growing way too fast- into tight black shoes. Then from there, your grumpy sister drags you out to Daigon Alley and promtply abandons you with the loving, parting words of, "Go entertain yourself, slime-gob, I've got better things to do."
So now Penny slumped against the side of the Three Broomsticks, bleary eyed and annoyed. Her face was blotchy with lack of sleep and cold, and her toes seriously felt like they would fall off any minute. Yes, oh yes, this was how she had wanted to spend her Saturday. Forced to get up early and wear uncomfortable clothes, then be dumped in a strange place, left with the very solid feeling that her sister did, indeed, hate her guts. The least Camille could have done was let Penelope wear her Converse.
Pushing her tangled hair out of her face, Penny glanced up and down the street. She supposed that there wasn't much for it all except to wait and hope that some one interesting would come and save her from this hell.
Full Version: When leaves are blowing and sisters are howling
((3 Broomsticks? You mean the Leaky Cauldron?))
Tabian wasn't feeling particularly well. His parents had been in an argument- not a real one, just one of those where they don't talk for the rest of the day- and had been giving each other the cold shoulder. So, they shoved him and his brother off to Diagon Alley so they could talk it out or whatever. Whenever these days happened, his parents were usually giggly when he came back. It was an odd phenomena, to say the least.
He was in Diagon Alley alone; his brother had apperated to somewhere else just as soon as he came in. It was difficult to tell where he went. He never told anyone and never really gave any sign that he really went anywhere, just the fact that he disappeared for a few hours.
Back to the point, though; he was wandering by himself when he saw a girl, come out of the Leaky Cauldron and immediately start to lean against the wall. She seemed friendly, but tired. She had bags under her glossed over and red eyes, and without the crispness that an early riser- he assumed that people were early risers if they were here by 7:30 AM- usually had. In need of something to do and feeling uncharacteristically social, he walked up to her.
"Why are you here so early?" He asked, not even bothering to start the conversation. It was something he liked to do when he ever talked; jump right into the middle of a conversation. It threw people off.
Tabian wasn't feeling particularly well. His parents had been in an argument- not a real one, just one of those where they don't talk for the rest of the day- and had been giving each other the cold shoulder. So, they shoved him and his brother off to Diagon Alley so they could talk it out or whatever. Whenever these days happened, his parents were usually giggly when he came back. It was an odd phenomena, to say the least.
He was in Diagon Alley alone; his brother had apperated to somewhere else just as soon as he came in. It was difficult to tell where he went. He never told anyone and never really gave any sign that he really went anywhere, just the fact that he disappeared for a few hours.
Back to the point, though; he was wandering by himself when he saw a girl, come out of the Leaky Cauldron and immediately start to lean against the wall. She seemed friendly, but tired. She had bags under her glossed over and red eyes, and without the crispness that an early riser- he assumed that people were early risers if they were here by 7:30 AM- usually had. In need of something to do and feeling uncharacteristically social, he walked up to her.
"Why are you here so early?" He asked, not even bothering to start the conversation. It was something he liked to do when he ever talked; jump right into the middle of a conversation. It threw people off.
((Nope- I meant the Three Broomsticks 
))
Penelope yawned and shoved her bronze colored hair back from her blotchy face again. The sun glinted overhead, the lazy thing doing nothing to penetrate the stingingly cold air. Penny scowled a little at it, feeling sour towards just about everything and every one at that particular moment. A few cheerfull looking wizards passed across the street, obviously under the strange impression that 7:30am was a perfectly godly hour to be up and shopping. Poor disillusioned people.
Lifting her head slightly, Penny winced against the harshly clear light- the kind which only appears on freezing days. Clouds drifted sparingly overhead, graying the sky, and reminding the girl of her old hometown Seattle. She had to admit, she missed it sorely over there. Penny knew that however long she lived in England, she would always consider Seattle Washington her home.
"Why are you here so early?"
A friendly voice startled Penelope out of her thoughts. She jumped back in surprise, her skinny shoulders hitting the stone wall behind her. Generally, she wasn't used to having strange boys asking her seemingly random questions. Flustered, the girl began feel the color creeping up her already stained cheeks. Bother. What was it her mama used to say? Stay calm and collected at all times, don't lose your head, don't dig yourself into a rut....Riiight.
"Er, uh....what? Um, my sister wanted to go shopping. Yeah."
Penelope ground her teeth in what she hoped looked like a smile, but really felt more like a grimace.
))Penelope yawned and shoved her bronze colored hair back from her blotchy face again. The sun glinted overhead, the lazy thing doing nothing to penetrate the stingingly cold air. Penny scowled a little at it, feeling sour towards just about everything and every one at that particular moment. A few cheerfull looking wizards passed across the street, obviously under the strange impression that 7:30am was a perfectly godly hour to be up and shopping. Poor disillusioned people.
Lifting her head slightly, Penny winced against the harshly clear light- the kind which only appears on freezing days. Clouds drifted sparingly overhead, graying the sky, and reminding the girl of her old hometown Seattle. She had to admit, she missed it sorely over there. Penny knew that however long she lived in England, she would always consider Seattle Washington her home.
"Why are you here so early?"
A friendly voice startled Penelope out of her thoughts. She jumped back in surprise, her skinny shoulders hitting the stone wall behind her. Generally, she wasn't used to having strange boys asking her seemingly random questions. Flustered, the girl began feel the color creeping up her already stained cheeks. Bother. What was it her mama used to say? Stay calm and collected at all times, don't lose your head, don't dig yourself into a rut....Riiight.
"Er, uh....what? Um, my sister wanted to go shopping. Yeah."
Penelope ground her teeth in what she hoped looked like a smile, but really felt more like a grimace.
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