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Penny (clearlypenny) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“Hmm Celestina Warbeck, you ecclectic musical maestro you. I’d love to take you to this club my little sister likes to go to. Completely bonkers but very good fun. Theres a room in the back which is a giant sofa and everyone clambers onto it - literally the entire room is a giant sofa or mattress really in soft velour. With little tables studded in so you can let it have a rest and just enjoy. It’s one her favourite places and its good but the music in there is dire.” Thinking back to the club-pub which she had been dragged out to many times when socialising, it brought a flicker of fondness to her face. Yeah, she could picture Percy there. In her world with her family; it was going to be rather odd to share that world but pleasant all the same. Another facet.

“Oh?” flicking her wand to turn the punch down and fish out a bowl of peanuts and place them on the scrubbed pine tabletop, Penny’s attention went to him and took in the stretched, long form of his torso. Her grandfather had always said that the man made the suit but Percy? In muggle suits? “Just how dashing? Should I be jealous of all these muggle women you’ll have chasing after you? Fighting them off with a stick?” Easy enough to joke, to gloss over the complex feelings she had for Lucys mother. Not just for the way the other witch had treated Percy, or the incredible child they’d created and lingering relationship and bonds it brought but something else. A deeper, more personal feeling she was very careful to avoid gazing at for too long.
“I know some great repelling charms..”

Saved by Lucy. Having a look at the record she’d brought through and grinning. “Good choice short stuff. Can you remember how I showed you to pop it on? I’ll come and help you set it up but you can press the button to drop the needle if you’d like.” Letting Lucy lead the way into the next room and busying herself sliding the record onto the turntable and the ceremony of starting music. “Wanna dance?”