Penelope had been to the hospital more times in the past couple of months than she had in the previous twenty-seven years. First Ginny, then the Chinese healer tours, then herself...now Charlie. She hadn't even taken time to change her clothes when she received Bill's owl. She was wearing raggedy black cloth shorts and a rather large shirt of Charlie's that he'd left at her flat. If she were thinking straight, she wouldn't have worn something of his, even if it meant taking time to get to the hospital: Molly might recognize the shirt. Penny had shoved her hair back into a messy ponytail and slipped into a pair of flip-flops before Apparating directly to the hospital.
After a quick chat with the witch at the information desk, she all but ran to Charlie's ward, trying not to think about why he'd been found with love potion in his system or what he'd done under his influence. He was injured and that's what mattered now, right? Penny hesitated when she saw Mrs. Weasley inside his room, but the sight of Charlie lying there on a hospital bed compelled her forward. Wordlessly, she hugged Mrs. Weasley and brushed her lips against the older woman's cheek. "I didn't stop to send an owl back. I don't know why he'd have taken a love potion. I didn't do it." She swallowed nervously; had any of the Weasleys thought that was why they were dating? It seemed unlikely, but Bill had asked her about it. "He's going to be okay, right?"