Penny Clearwater (mistyintheriver) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-01-26 18:52:00 |
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Penelope was cold. Of course, given that it was January, that didn't seem like very much of a logical stretch. Naturally she was cold, living in her parents' vehicle. In an effort to be frugal with the limited Muggle money she had withdrawn before leaving Brighton, Penny had stopped using the car's heat unless absolutely necessary, and had instead begun to sleep in layers upon layers of winter outerwear.
Still, even bundled up she wasn't sleeping well. Over the past couple of days it had been especially wet and frosty outside, and it left her feeling positively chilled, permanently. Most recently, she had parked, half-concealed, in a wooded alcoves outside of a small, Northern Muggle town, trying to, at least, keep away from the violent wind.
This dawn, though, it wasn't the cold that woke Penny up. A more foreign noise has done it this time - a cracking of a branch nearby perhaps, crunching footsteps on the frozen ground, low voices. She tried to remind herself that it could be anyone - kids from the town, animals perhaps, maybe even her imagination - but even so... Sinking lower into her seat and into the cool folds on her coat, Penny tried quickly to force herself into a more awake, alert state, reaching for her wand, left abandoned in the empty passenger seat beside her, swiftly. And then waited.