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

Entry tags:

!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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clearpenny
2012-01-03 10:54 pm UTC (link)

She gasped at the pain that hit her as the spells were performed. "My freedom? Yes," she had said, quietly but with the same poise. She felt weak and anxious, her heart pounding loudly and rapidly in her ears, but remained aware.

With the additional spells, Penelope acknowledged that her fate had been sealed--or did that happen the day that she chose to pursue Lloyd's killer?

For a moment she felt a pang of regret, with the knowledge of what and who she would be leaving behind--Lloyd's funeral would be tomorrow, and she wouldn't be able to follow up on the dreams with Percy or finish off that article that sat in the messenger bag on a chair in the kitchen.

But the world would continue as it does; this would pass too. There are far worse things than death.

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jayne_dough
2012-01-04 12:23 am UTC (link)

The girl still thought she was free - how charming. Well, she certainly would be free, if one counted being free of one's body and the burdens of the living.

What she needed, however, was something to get the blood flowing. A little pain couldn't hurt either - at least it wouldn't hurt Jayne or Pandora.

"You enjoy freedom? Then tell me, how does this feel. Crucio!"

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clearpenny
2012-01-04 12:42 am UTC (link)

Penelope would barely hear the words that the witch said, or yelled--or something over the now deafening sound of her own heart trying to keep up with its demands. But with every futile beat it continued to lose.

She remembered feeling an even more intense pain shoot through her nerves, her veins--everything. She screamed, rather detached from reality beyond the pain. Just for a moment or two. She wasn't sure how long it was before she blacked out.

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