The familiar amusement of people finding out she and Paula were related had dulled now down to a deep internal sigh. She missed the elder girl for all of her quirks and though it had been three years since her death, it still ached.
"I did. Paula Clearwater, she would have been three years older than us and was Slytherin through and through: I've never met anyone with the drive to do what she did. After graduating she went on to become a lawyer at a small firm in Blackridge in Devon and was very scary in court," Penny pulled a face at how intimidating Paula had been the first time she'd worn the official court robes and how insufferable she'd been at the first win. Though, Penny had taken her out for a drink to celebrate as Paula would always be her sister. "She tried to help those who were arrested for 'stealing magic' and thrown into Azkaban. She never made it out."
To cover the way the conversation had turned, Penny drained the rest of her glass and set it back on the table. Her appetite was diminished and she stared in abject fascination as Oliver continued to eat. And eat. And eat some more.
"Of I know the game," Penny said slyly as she shot him an innocent look. "I'm hoping to be allowed to collect the rest of my belongings. In this old drafty castle my collection of Falcons shirts would be just the ticket." And Penny had dozens: the home strip, the away strip, scarves, hats and the ilk. Her Uncle had taken to her first match as well as her first ride and since then Penny had been an avid lifelong fan of the Falmouth Falcons. They'd been her mums families team and she'd simply carried on the tradition, attending every match she could and listening to it on the wireless when she couldn't make it.