Penny understood; a little. Her parents had been busy but never too busy for time with family which took precedence above all else. She was lucky that way, she knew that but there was still a lingering curiosity about what would have happened if her path hadn’t taken her into the magical world. If she’d remained oblivious to the world sliding side by side to her own ; who would the muggle Penelope Clearwater have been like.
“It was,” Penny couldn’t help the grin, dimples flashing briefly as she recalled the first time when she’d been so nervous it seemed that she’d forgotten how to breathe properly. “Merlin, I can still remember. I think we were both pretty awful at the whole kissing thing - we’d only really read about it in books but we ah, practised.” Oh how they’d practised. It had been Percy’s hands which had first attracted her to him, pale skin blotched by ink as they’d pushed his glasses up impatiently in the library. She was a sucker for hands and blue eyes dipped down to take in Clints. Oh yes, a sucker for hands.
At Clint’s confession her eyes widened. That she hadn’t been expecting. “Your..really? How old were you?” Penny didn’t push about the mention of his sister; she knew what it was to keep some things off the table.