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Penelope Clearwater (clearpenny) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-01-02 20:42:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 10 2003, character: jayne dough, character: penelope clearwater, character: ron weasley, npc: pandora zurlo

Characters: Penelope Clearwater, Jaynedora & (later) Ron Weasley
Setting: Her flat, Dittany Heights, Diagon Alley; November 10, 2003, 14:15.
Rating: R for profanity and violence.
Summary: Looking too hard yields answers.

Prior to meeting with Ron, Penelope had decided to try to gather some more information on the Jane woman, whom she was more and more convinced was a witch. Who else could've pulled off such a "clean" murder, without leaving a mark? Her efforts started early in the morning as she experienced her "nightmare" once more and couldn't return to sleep. But now she had something that needed to be done.

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.

The effects of the "nightmare", as horrifying as they were happened to be soon overcome with a walk outside Diagon Alley to an area where she could make a call with her cellphone. After a couple of minutes of pleasant conversation with the Millie about a sweater that her cousin Jane must've left at Lloyd's place, she had given her name and a phone number. In a way she hoped that this Jane person would opt to contact her, so that she could--maybe--have a chance to confront her.

She puttered around her flat for the rest of the morning, picking up her journal and putting it down on her desk without writing in it a couple of times before starting on an article for Witch's Weekly. Something for the advice column, which she occasionally written for when the witch who normally did it went on vacation.

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jayne_dough
2012-01-03 02:55 am UTC (link)

Jayne had gone down to the cafeteria for lunch, grabbing a coffee and a sandwich before sitting down to ponder her current situtation.

She'd gotten her second owl from her cousin Millie in days, again about her being the supposed last person to see Lloyd Clearwater alive. She'd ignored the first one from the Muggle police, thinking they'd never know how to find her, but this second one had come from a family member. She feared they would keep bothering Millie until she had no choice but to accidentally divulge that Jayne was a witch, and things would simply go downhill from there.

As she'd sat there, thinking, her eyes had run the length of the cafeteria and all its occupants. As they passed over a particular witch, Pandora asked her to pause, and her eyes focused on a woman reading a small book as she sipped her tea.

It was some sort of guide to household charms, and the name of the author was Penelope Clearwater, the woman who'd been searching for Jayne.

Who was apparently a witch.

"That would explain why the boy attracted my memory. The brother of a witch would have quite a bit more exposure to magic than normal Muggles would."

She'd immediately left her seat, food untouched, and run down to the records department, where she convinced the clerk (who'd worked under her before) to get her Miss Clearwater's current address. It only took a matter of minutes, and soon she was leaving the Ministry for Diagon Alley.

She stepped up to the door and knocked, a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. What would they do to her? It was bad enough that they were murdering people to get the memories back, but would this mean they would have to kill someone to keep them silent?

"Oooh, lovely. She's home, and she has one of my memories..."

Well, at least this would ease the remains of what had once been her conscience.

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clearpenny
2012-01-03 03:23 am UTC (link)

Penelope had taken putting her papers away, packing her article, journal and notes into her messenger bag and to clearing up the kitchen as she had to head out soon to meet Ron at her office.

She was looking for a warmer jacket when she heard someone knocking on her door. "Who is it?" she called from the closet adjacent to the front door, finally retrieving it from the back.

	clearpenny 2012-01-03 05:23 am UTC (link)
	Penelope could feel the disgust and anger boil within her, but she again dampered with the cool hatred that settled. She lowered her shoulders, but still didn't put away her wand. "Of course I want to live," she said as if she were quietly considering the questions that were posed to her, the traces of her smoldering anger withheld. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	clearpenny 2012-01-03 05:52 am UTC (link)
	"Really?" She asked with a mock interest wrapped in the tones of genuine interest. "And that's all I'd have to do?" Penelope asked, averting her gaze as one would in modesty. Lest her true sentiments made themselves known with as little as a gaze. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jayne_dough 2012-01-03 06:15 am UTC (link)
	The spell landed a slash on her upper arm, and she looked at the girl with a look of disappointment. Her hand, still on Penelope's chin, slid down to her neck and tightened its hold. "You should have taken my offer," she growled lowly in her throat before casting an expelliarmus to rid the girl of her wand. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	jayne_dough 2012-01-04 02:34 am UTC (link)
	She finally released her foothold and stepped back, looking down on her captive with a smile. "I do hope you get yourself out of those ropes rather quickly. It would be a shame to sit for hours next to a corpse. They do get rather ripe, you know." And with a final look of satisfaction, she Apparated away with a loud crack. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)