Friday | 3:00 pm | Hogwarts Grounds | Penny & Oliver
“Nope,” smiling as she tilted her chin upwards to take in the rolling grey clouds that spelled winter and snow storms, Penny shook her head. It was an old argument, one they’d had been through time and time again so there was no heat or rancour in her voice. “Its a pretty nice view from the top you know.” Her fear and mistrust of heights ran deep; as passionate as she was about quidditch Penny couldn’t quite bring herself to go too high without panicking. It was why polo was a much more pragmatic option.
Blowing a stream of warm air to where his blond hair curled over his neck, Penny giggled at the sound of his stomach. “I’ll make you a plate next time I’ve a day off but since I can hear your tummy rumbling from up here, theres a stand over by the entrance which is selling stews and soups. Big hearty manly plates of food. My treat.” He’d already done so much in helping her chase away some of the ghosts and revel in the memories of the past.