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Penelope Clearwater ([info]clearpenny) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2011-12-18 20:43:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 07 2003, character: penelope clearwater

Who: Penelope, the Clearwaters and Lloyd's friends...
What: Talking about dreams and acquaintances
Where: Her aunt's flat, Manchester
When: November 7; 12:42

Penelope had finished looking over a manuscript before taking off for lunch at quarter after noon. She had luckily been able to focus that morning having had actually slept the evening before; she was working that morning as if today was just like any other day. When she finally had gotten to muggle London her cellphone had proved differently as it rang to alert her to the fact that a message had been left a few hours ago. She looked at it curiously and dialed the voicemailbox as she walked down the street. It took her only seconds to determine that it was bad news as she heard her father's voice detail what happened and where she was needed...

She dropped her phone and apparated home from the spot.

Much to the curiousity astonishment of some of the muggles who were going about their regular business.

---

What happened next had gone by in a blur. She was greeted sadly by her aunt at their flat as she had been notified that everyone was meeting in Manchester--her parents had drove in from London. Her parents had made it in from the morgue hours ago, and a few of Lloyd's friends were sitting in the kitchen with Penelope. A couple were his mates from school who lived with him. Penelope sat there relatively quietly, still feealing shaken and numb from the shock and surprise, only responding to things that needed to be responded to...if they even began to register.



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[info]clearpenny
2011-12-20 03:56 am UTC (link)
Penelope ignored most of what Clive had to say, as he wasn't particularly helpful. Well not for her nerves at least.

"Jane, and she's a bit older," she said, trying to ascertain some of the information. "And her cousin was there with her--with you?"

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[info]pandoramods
2011-12-20 03:59 am UTC (link)
Rowland nodded. "Millie's about 36, I think she said her cousin was a year or two older. Nice ladies, the kind that work their arses off all day and just wanted to have a little fun." He shrugged.

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[info]clearpenny
2011-12-20 04:15 am UTC (link)
"I see," Penelope said, feeling uncomfortable in prying into Lloyd's last evening. For a moment she considered letting it drop, but then changed her mind for some reason.

"Maybe it'd help to gain some closure to talk to her, at least," she said with a shrug, unsure of whether it would help--unsure of whether anything would help.

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[info]pandoramods
2011-12-20 04:33 am UTC (link)
"I'll see what I can do," Rowland said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder and squeezing a moment before letting go.

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