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Penelope Clearwater (clearpenny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Penelope smiled tentatively at his comment about not getting out of habit of asking questions, but found herself at the question that just keeps on returning when she returned to hospital and any health professional. She even had a script for it at this point, which was much more helpful than actually focussing on the actual words, than actually reliving it. It was her way of avoiding, but getting the task done. She looked at the ground as she spoke, as she did have trouble looking anyone in the eye when speaking of...it. She wasn't sure as to whether it was because of some sort of guilt, shame, or just not wanting to see a reaction or a mix of the above.

All she had to do was to take a breath and let it go once more: "It was injured almost six years ago, I was captured by Snatchers. I'm muggleborn, and I had been writing for an underground publication. I can't remember most of what happened at that point--right after being captured, but I've been told long afterwards when I left that they had tortured me and had cut my tendons--which is quite believable. I suppose it was since I am a writer and I have had trouble using a quill with that hand since." The matter-of-fact tone didn't leave her voice, but her mouth felt dry after having described it. She needed at least a bit of distance between what had happened and the current reality, after all. "So that's what happened," she said, pausing for a moment before looking back up at Anthony once more.