Who: Jessica Runcorn, Penny Quirke, Orla Quirke and Megan Jones.
What: Presents for Orla!
When: February 6th, Saturday. 10:00am
Where: Jessica's London flat.
Rating: PG

Unlike the last weekend, Penny was ready for Jessica's arrival hours before she was due at the house. Orla's packages were nearly wrapped and bagged up so they could be brought with them easily. Penny had been showered and dressed for hours.

It had likely been so easy to dress because they were going to a wizarding village so Penny dressed in a manner she usually did. She wore a robe of white velvet and wool with gold satin accents at the hems and cuffs. She had matching mittens and a hat since it was quite cold in Scotland in February.

Finny, picking up on her mistress anxiousness, waited dutifully nearby waiting for Jessica to arrive. She had already made an Irish Coffee for Penny but was ready to serve her in whatever way was needed.

Who: Jessica Runcorn and Penny Quirke
What: Second date!
When: January 22nd, Sunday. 12:23pm
Where: Jessica's London flat.
Rating: PG

Penny was at her wit’s end. She had clothes strewn about her bedroom after having practically emptied her enormous closet. “Mistress, you don’t need to make work for me to feel better!” Finny squealed without a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m not, Finny,” Penny sighed exasperatedly. “Don’t worry, I will pick it up later!” She heard the scurrying behind cease and knew she had made a mistake. Turning, she saw Finny with a tear in her eye. “No, no. You would make me very happy if you picked them up.” Finny immediately brightened. “I just meant I wasn’t doing this for your benefit.” Gently, she laid her hand on Finny’s head before returning her attention to her clothes.

“What I am going to where?” she groaned. She wasn’t happy with anything she had picked. “I am going to be late at this rate.” How long had she been getting ready for? Hours. Her make up was perfect, as was her hair but her clothes continued to be a problem.

Penny covered her eyes and pointed with her finger to pick an outfit. “It will have to do… No. That one.” She pointed to another one. She dressed as quickly as she could; not as fast as even the average person though.

She took the Floo Network to the nearest spot to Jessica’s flat. She was out of breath by the time she got to Jessica’s door. Penny ran her hands down her outfit to smooth it, she made sure was presentable.

Dressed in pair of tan wool slacks that hugged her curves, a powder blue silk blouse with matching scarf, brown tall leather boots with tiny heals and a tan cashmere coat and hat that matched her blouse.

Gently, she knocked and hoped she wasn’t running as late as she feared.

Who: Jessica Runcorn and Penny Quirke
What: First date?
When: January 20th, Friday. 6:00pm
Where: Jessica's London flat.
Rating: PG, for now

Penny had found her mind wandering to pleasant daydreams often in the days that lead up to meeting Jessica at her flat. It was confirmed that she fancied other women which meant they had a chance. And the chemistry between them was undeniable…

But, she had to be careful. She couldn't put Orla in a position again where she got attached to one of her lover only to have her leave. Her father's death had been hard enough without having to deal with yet more loss. It was even loss that was far harder to understand.

Trying not to put the cart in front of the horse, Penny resolved to just have a good time. After all, Jessica might not even consider it a date. Penny was a decade older than she as best Penny could figure. Could such a beautiful young woman be interested in her?

Knowing they would be with Muggles, Penny picked out her clothes carefully. A pair of black slacks, black leather boots, a large, fluffy white cardigan and a pink scarf was the outfit she chose. She wore a wool coat that was part-coat, part-cloak in design and looked very fashionable.

She left far too early in her excitement and spent half an hour wandering the neighborhood where Jessica lived to kill time. It was very charming, in its own way. Though, being in such unusual surroundings for her, Penny's hand remained on her wand that was hidden in her pocket.

A few minutes before six, she approached the door to Jessica's flat and knocked lightly. Penny tried to control her nervousness as she waited.

Who: Jessica Runcorn and Penny Quirke
What: the first meeting
When: January 16th, Monday. 1:35pm
Where: Jessica's office at the Ministry
Rating: pg-13

Jessica sighed and leaned back in her leather desk chair and rolled her neck. The one thing she hated about law was the paperwork. It was never ending. Sighing again, she surveyed her modest office. Her elegand, sturdy mahogany desk was the center piece. Law books and parchments and quills and ink were strewn across it, alond with a picture of her family, an obvious display of a hard day. Two wood chairs with dark crimson cushions sat in front of her desk. Off to the side was a large book shelf packed with books and a leather couch for long days and nights. There was a window out to the street and another to the rest of the office, but that one had blinds over it.

On her door was her name plate. She had worked for this office and was quite proud of it. In the short time she had worked here, she was already one of the top prosecutors of the Wizarding system.

Leaning back again, she had on a white blouse, unbuttoned slightly at the top, under a gray fitted vest and matching pencil skirt. Her modest heels were off adn her stockinged feet were hidden under her desk. She wore her black plastic rimmed glasses as she looked back down to her papers, ready to start writing again.

Who: Jessica Runcorn, Jules Abernath and Penelope Clearwater
What: Jessica gets a surprise visitor to help her ring in the New Year!
When: December 31st, 1996. 10:30pm
Where: Ritz Carlton, London
Rating: PG, for now

A letter had arrived by owl for Jessica a few days before New Year’s Eve.

Jessica, my dear,

It has been far too long since we’ve last seen each other. I hear you are making quite a name for yourself at the ministry. Congratulations are in order as are celebrations. I would love to see you.

I have plans on New Year’s Eve but how would you feel about getting together New Year’s Day for lunch and an evening out on the town?

I have a room at the Ritz Carlton booked that I can not use. How about you use it and enjoy all the amenities you desire and we can meet in the morning?

I won’t take no for an answer!

Your friend,

Penny

When arriving at the Ritz, Jessica would find the penthouse reserved in her name. The room, richly appointed and with lots of snacks and drinks of all type. The concierge is available for anything she desires for the night.

Who: Megan Jones and Jessica Runcorn
What: Claire and Megan had a sleepover before the start of their 5th year. Thing got a little...crazy and now Megan can’t sleep!
When: August 6th, Saturday 1995. 2:00am
Where: Living Room, Runcorn home
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None yet.

Megan had snuck from the guest room down the living room. She hadn’t slept at all after Claire’s parents had insisted the two girls go to bed about midnight. Normally she would stay on the floor in Claire’s room but Claire’s mother had insisted Megan stay in the guest room this time. Maybe they had talked too loud and too late last time?

Sitting on the couch, Megan wore her flannel, pink pj pants and fluffy pink socks. She wore a boy’s white under tanktop with an afghan lightly hanging off her shoulders. Megan told herself she was getting a glass of water but she never really made it to the kitchen. Instead, Megan sat on the couch in the living room.

Megan and Claire had been “practicing” kissing for the list they created of boys they might want to snog when they got back to Hogwarts. However, pretty quickly, all she was thinking about her best friend. Was that weird? What was Claire thinking about? It couldn’t have been Megan, right?

She’s already had to change her knickers twice! That was a little scary. She’d gotten excited before but she’d never been…like that. What was wrong with her?

Megan stared down at a trashy gossip rag but she didn't even read it. Her mind churned, making it impossible to concentrate.