Penelope Clearwater (clarusassis) wrote in fiftyfourdiagon, @ 2016-03-26 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: charlie weasley, char: penelope clearwater |
Who: Penelope Clearwater & Charlie Weasley
When: Saturday,
Where: Flat 601, 54 Diagon Alley
What: A Dinner Date
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete
Even before accepting Charlie's invitation the other day, Penelope had flirted with the idea of nipping their newfound friendship in the bud. After all, there were reasons, damn good reasons to just leave it all well alone. There was the magazine article from Witch Weekly to start with. though Penelope didn't take much notice in it that, the fact that it was Witch Weekly doing that, but then Charlie had told her in quite clear and simple terms that he like to have fun and while he hadn't elaborated (hadn't needed to), Penelope couldn't help but wonder what that meant.
And then there was Percy. Penelope's relationship with the younger Wesley brother was tenuous to say the least; they barely spoke these days, though that, in part, was due in large to Penelope. The war had driven them apart after years of strong friendship, in being teenage sweethearts and almost in a professional manner as Head Boy and Head girl. She had cared for Percy a great deal- still did, though the fact of the matter was that after she had fallen pregnant with Ben she had purposely avoided reconnecting with him, feeling embarrassed at getting caught out, at being careless when they'd both been model students who tirelessly planned out thier future careers together.
The less rational part of brain told her to damn her stupid concerns all to hell. Charlie had undoubtedly shown an interest and he was offering, no strings attatched, a friendship that would benefit them both and would provide her with an outlet for the tension and stress of everyday. It helped too that she'd had a demonstration of sorts, her mind, rational or not, very clear on its opinion on that. It was hard to deny her attraction to him, her body responding each and everytime she allowed her thoughts to drift.
If it were merely physical attraction, Penelope would have been less concerned. But she liked Charlie too. He was thoughtful, kind, giving... She wasn't stupid enough to think there was nothing he would take away from this if she did decide that she wanted to pursue the more physical side to their friendship, but he'd always seemed so god damn genuine when they'd exchanged words.
And so that was why she was here, standing at the door to his flat, one hand clutching the neck of a wine bottle, the other raised post knock, feeling slightly sick with nerves but looking what she hoped was a good compromise between some effort and casual, wearing fitted jeans and a pretty top in navy, her hair lying in lose, thick waves around her bare shoulders.