PENELOPE CLEARWATER WEASLEY (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unfog) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rent_asunder,@ 2008-03-15 21:21:00 |
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WHO: Penelope Clearwater Weasley and Anthony Goldstein
WHAT: Late night snacks and conversation?
WHEN: 13 March, late evening
WHERE: GP’s Kitchen
RATING: PG-13
In Progress
She didn’t sleep well in crowded places and every day it felt like Grimmauld was becoming more and more crowded. She preferred silence and solitude. She liked the familiar to the unfamiliar. She felt like she was living in some sort of hippy commune full of free love and she was trapped behind a fence unable to visit it. Percy was on her mind more times than not but how could he be any other way? He was her husband after all. They should have been out in the quiet of their own place putting children inside to fill it with laughter. She barely saw him enough to produce children not that it was even something up for consideration with everything that was going on in the world around them.
The festive cheer of the week with weddings and new guests flooding in had her in a weird mood as it was. She waited until the cheerful laughter faded into people’s bedrooms before she took to the kitchens. She often came there when she didn’t feel like reading. She wasn’t much in the mood for cooking either but she could do for a little eating. She raided the cabinets for a tin of biscuits and poured herself a mug of Ever-Warm Cocoa taking it to a table.
She clicked on the wireless with an absent hand hit looking for anything to fill the space in the silence. Too much noise wasn’t great but she didn’t much care for silence either. Sometimes it was sort of scary around the old house when it got too quiet. She made a face when one of the up and coming bands poured out to her ears sounding like complete rubbish. She wasn’t quite sure when she’d turned into an old lady who thought a majority of it sounded like racket. She switched stations after a few moments happy to find peaceful old standards. She could deal with that much easier.
She found herself tapping herself her feet against the floor and humming along as she ate despite herself shortly after cutting it on. She never turned it loud enough to cause a real disturbance.
WHAT: Late night snacks and conversation?
WHEN: 13 March, late evening
WHERE: GP’s Kitchen
RATING: PG-13
In Progress
She didn’t sleep well in crowded places and every day it felt like Grimmauld was becoming more and more crowded. She preferred silence and solitude. She liked the familiar to the unfamiliar. She felt like she was living in some sort of hippy commune full of free love and she was trapped behind a fence unable to visit it. Percy was on her mind more times than not but how could he be any other way? He was her husband after all. They should have been out in the quiet of their own place putting children inside to fill it with laughter. She barely saw him enough to produce children not that it was even something up for consideration with everything that was going on in the world around them.
The festive cheer of the week with weddings and new guests flooding in had her in a weird mood as it was. She waited until the cheerful laughter faded into people’s bedrooms before she took to the kitchens. She often came there when she didn’t feel like reading. She wasn’t much in the mood for cooking either but she could do for a little eating. She raided the cabinets for a tin of biscuits and poured herself a mug of Ever-Warm Cocoa taking it to a table.
She clicked on the wireless with an absent hand hit looking for anything to fill the space in the silence. Too much noise wasn’t great but she didn’t much care for silence either. Sometimes it was sort of scary around the old house when it got too quiet. She made a face when one of the up and coming bands poured out to her ears sounding like complete rubbish. She wasn’t quite sure when she’d turned into an old lady who thought a majority of it sounded like racket. She switched stations after a few moments happy to find peaceful old standards. She could deal with that much easier.
She found herself tapping herself her feet against the floor and humming along as she ate despite herself shortly after cutting it on. She never turned it loud enough to cause a real disturbance.