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independent PENELOPE CLEARWATER of the harry potter books. sideblog of prodigalpercy. 

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[precisepenny]

siapsymud​:

“What did I ever do to make every other Quidditch player hate me at school?”

“it’s because you suck!”

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

[precisepenny]

quidbitch​:

@precisepenny​​​ said

            “happy birthday, rog.”

    — –    because it’s roger’s birthday, baby!

          “ why, thank you pen. very much appreciated! ”

          he doesn’t grin mischievously, and his tone isn’t slightly self-sufficient either — it’s just nice to have her on his side this time, that’s all. even if it’s just today.

ohhh, he looks so sweet like that.  penny can’t help but SMILE before gripping his chin.  for his trouble, he gets a kiss -- a soft smooch to his lips.  “want to do anything special today, rog?” 

[vhsmeme]

* dark matter starters

dark matter is a novel by blake crouch. tw: self-harm and suicidal ideation.

‘ how does that feel? ’  

‘ you should eat something. ’ 

‘ is everything okay? ’ 

‘ you have cuts all over your face. ’ 

‘ we’ll go someplace safe. ’

‘ you’re in no condition – ’

‘ there’s a car following us. ’ 

‘ you’re burning up, __. ’ 

‘ i can’t sleep. ’ 

‘ we’re all real proud of you. ’

‘ don’t touch me! ’  

‘ i should take you to the ER. ’

‘ you’ll be right here? ’

‘ i hope you’ll be more comfortable here. ’

‘ what does your gut tell you? ’ 

‘ let me take you to the hospital. ’

‘ stay with me. ’

‘ i told you. we’re a family. ’ 

‘ keep your voice down. ’

‘ what about me? ’ 

‘ last night, you asked me how we fix this. ’ 

‘ turn around. ’ 

‘ i don’t need you doing something heroic. ’

‘ you’ve been following me? ’ 

‘ by the way, this is going to stay locked. ’ 

‘ they carried you in here a little while ago. ’

‘ i’m scared too. ’ 

‘ just fucking do it. ’

‘ can’t you see it’s me? can’t you tell? ’

‘ you don’t look fine. ’ 

‘ bullshit. ’ 

‘ is something wrong, and you’re not telling me? ’ 

‘ so how serious is it? ’ 

‘ what’s in the bag? ’

‘ i just need you to listen for a minute. ’  

‘ __, are you having any thoughts of hurting yourself? ’ 

‘ you don’t get to – ’ 

‘ i really miss you. ’

‘ my phone’s dead, so i borrowed one off this woman on the train. ’ 

‘ because i didn’t sign up for this shit. ’ 

‘ i know. i just didn’t want to wake you. ’

‘ i’m not suicidal. ’  

‘ you live with your choices and learn. ’ 

‘ i feel like i’m caught in a nightmare and i can’t wake myself up. ’

‘ go to hell. ’    

‘ you don’t remember? ’ 

[precisepenny]

like for a starter from penny !!

[msmarvel]

[precisepenny]

     “she’ll be ALL RIGHT, coach lynch.” penny says as he enters the tent. the beater sleeps in her cot, leg, ribs, and shoulder put right after a bad fall and buldger to the side. penelope turns to him, smiling tiredly. “she’ll ache for a while, but she should be able to fly again in a day or two. i’d recommend her resting more than that, but i know QUIDDITCH PLAYERS and their resolve. congratulations on the win.” | @lvncher

[precisepenny]

manichaeisms‌:

Gods, these visits are hard. He knows that every time he comes, but he has to be here. He absolutely has to. This kid has barely reached his teens and he might not get any older and so when word comes through its usual grapevine - the boy’s mother wrote to him in a letter read by his mother who called Stas who tracked him down - Viktor cuts his visit to Romania short and gets here as soon as he can. The way the kid’s face lights up, the way they always do, when he comes to visit is the only thing that makes the pain of it all worth it. He’s made this child’s life a little more bearable for the few hours he’s strong and awake enough to have visitors, and for a child whose days are numbered, Viktor doesn’t think there’s a price to be put on that. 

As soon as he’s out of the child’s sight, his heart broken for the hundredth time, his unfailing smile finally fails. He feels wrung out, and it takes him a second to get back out of his head when she speaks. He’s not sure what it is about her, but seeing her there is an instant salve on his self-inflicted wound. Just about anyone looking at him like that would probably have had the same effect, but he’s not in the least ungrateful. Most people casually running into him would expect him to be on top of his game, to have on his public face. Without having to ask, he knows Penny won’t mind if he’s not in the least ok.

His smile for her is genuine though – he’s thrilled to see her. “Penny! Hello.” He glances back at the boy and then to her, nodding. “Mm. His mother is writing, asking if I am able to sign something for him. So I am bringing it myself. I am thinking… Well…. It is not out of my way.” It had been, of course, but it’s better to say it wasn’t. He glances at her uniform, different from the last time he saw her, and his smile widens. “You are a junior healer now?” he guesses. “That is wonderful! Are you well? I am so glad to be running into you.”

penny also glances at the boy as she listens to viktor. she turns to smile at him once more. it is generous of him to do such a thing. “viktor,” her voice trails off. “that is so very nice of you. you’ve made him that much stronger, do you know?” it means the world to these kids, and they occasionally get visitors -- and it really is nice to see him here. 

“oh! yes, i completed my training just last week, actually. i’ll be spending my time between here and the quidditch matches. thank you for noticing.” she may have lost percy, but her work makes her happy. her work is important. “i’m --” her voice catches before she forces out: “i’m just fine. wonderful, actually. i’m so happy to run into you as well. how is your arm?”

she tilts up her wrist to check her watch, taking note of the time. her shift is just about over. “i’m about to finish up my rounds. . . if you have the time, would you care to join me for dinner?” as friends -- it’s been some time since she fixed his arm. 

[precisepenny]

like for a starter from penny !!

[precisepenny]

@manichaeisms

the last few weeks have felt like a bit of a blur. it had to be done, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. penelope is not openly emotional at work, but her heart is damaged. in quiet moments, she loses her smile, but as she walks down the halls in her healer’s uniform, she keeps her head up high. 

she’s in the children’s ward soon enough, when she pauses -- that voice is VERY familiar to her. penny glances around a curtain and sees viktor krum with a patient. a warm smile fills penny’s features when she sees the child’s eyes light up. the interaction is lovely, and for a moment, she doesn’t think about her own troubles.

she’s still standing there when viktor finishes speaking to him. penny tucks some hair behind her ear. “so, this is what you do when you visit, viktor.” it’s wonderful. it’s -- he is a GOOD MAN. she hopes others know it. with the world slowly going to shit, it’s good to see some kindness still. “hello again.” | @manichaeisms

[precisepenny]

manichaeisms‌:

“Of course I am remembering it! All of my team is liking him, and most of the Irish, I am thinking. He is with is the night before the World Cup two years before, and it is a wonderful time. Seeing him for the Tournament is of course a surprise but I am not forgetting him so easily. And we are all having such a good time at the Ball, of course I am remembering.” Despite its hiccups between Percy’s younger brother and Viktor’s date, it had been one of the better days he’s spent at Hogwarts, especially in his capacity as Champion. His smile widens. “That is wonderful. I am sure you will be the best they are having at your hospital.” 

He shrugs with his good shoulder. “I am used to be doing– used to doing,” he corrects himself, “this sort of thing. It is no matter. And I will be needing to be able to do it at home while it is healing.” He glances at her notebook curiously, but he has a hard enough time reading English when it isn’t upside down. 

He returns her smile when her attention is back on him. “I will likely be needing more to be done to it,” he sighs regretfully. “I am injuring it so often I am sure I am needing deep work in the bones again. It is not so much fun. But– even if I am not needing such things, I am sure I will be seeing you again. I am going to this hospital often, visiting and such. It is always nice to be seeing someone I am knowing. Especially someone who is bringing me such good luck.” He grins and finally gets back to his feet, though he’s unsteady when he does. The potions always leave him feeling a little floaty, and the healing makes his blood feel buzzed. He steadies himself with one hand on the cot he just vacated, and stays still til the dizziness passes. “You know–” he adds when his head feels clear again “–maybe it is lucky I am injured in the game today. Otherwise I would never be crossing paths with you again. And that would be very sad, I am thinking. Maybe I will be buying the English beater a drink later for his help.”

percy will be so pleased to hear how fondly viktor remembers him. maybe it will cheer him up. she remembers him telling her all about that night; it was probably the best night of his life. “oh, thank you, viktor.” she says, biting her lower lip as she smiles. “not yet, but i will be the best.” penny speaks confidently with the fire of compassion in her eyes. “i promise you that.”

“yes, that sounds like a good idea -- to have it worked at. i fear quidditch players may have lasting damage in spite of all our healing abilities. i want to work to change that.” and then, she listens as he talks about visiting the hospital. he goes there often? visiting -- who? but she’s blushing now as he speaks about seeing her -- and while percy is a good boyfriend, he’s been very distant lately. . . and the flirtation is welcomed. “i would be happy to see you there.” penny responds with a grin. her eyes widen. . . and her blush grows. penny avoids his eyes sheepishly, grinning wider. “perhaps you should, viktor. show him your gratitude.” she glances back up at him, giggling, unable to help herself. 

[precisepenny]

goddess.

[precisepenny]

some penelope headcanons:

penelope is muggle-born. (fight me jkr.)

her mother is a doctor, and her father works in finance.

penny, on top of being prefect and head girl, played as reserve keeper for the RAVENCLAW quidditch team. 

after graduating hogwarts, she goes to train as a healer at st. mungo’s.

she becomes the youngest JUNIOR HEALER, completing the apprenticeship program a year-and-a-half early.

penelope remains percy’s girlfriend throughout his fall out with his family. eventually, she breaks this off when he spends less and less time with her.

she still LOVES him dearly, and will always love him.

after a few months, she starts dating fellow ravenclaw alumni ROGER DAVIES.

during the second wizarding war, she disappears from england with her family, afraid for their safety. she does not return until voldemort has been defeated.

penny continues to excel at st. mungo’s and experiments with mixing muggle & magic medicine. she becomes successful in creating new salves and potions.

she becomes a SENIOR HEALER by thirty.

[precisepenny]

manichaeisms‌:

It’s funny, in a way, how Percy knows he’s never good enough, and yet trying harder always seems to make it worse. First he wasn’t good enough for the people at school. Next he wasn’t good enough for the Ministry, hounding him about Mr. Crouch while he, at only eighteen, had been running the department alone for far too long. Then he wasn’t good enough for his family, which he’d thought would be the lowest he could fall. He was wrong.

Now he’s not enough here either, but for once it isn’t because he’s trying too hard and can’t quite get there. It’s because he sacrificed their relationship for the sake of his job, and both of them know it. It’s been hanging over them for months, maybe longer, and Penny… Gods, Penny has been so good to him through all of it, the way she’s always been. He can see it straining her, hurting her, and he’s hated himself for it for as long as he’s known it was there. For as long as he’s known he isn’t doing enough. 

Even this, even now when he knows it’s about to get worse, she’s still being the better of the two of them. He tries to smile at her but it doesn’t quite turn out right. He squeezes her hand and can’t quite meet her eyes. “….I know.” It would be an insult to pretend he doesn’t know, like he’s oblivious to the damage he’s caused. He can give her this much, though he doesn’t know where to begin. “I know I’ve been….a disappointment lately… I….” But he can’t quite get it out. I know I’ve been failing you, but I swear I’ll do better. It’s not a promise he knows he can keep, so he lets the words stick in his throat like a stone. “I’m sorry, Penny.”

deep down, penny knows she has to do this, but she does not want to. the last thing she wants is to hurt percy, when she sees how much strain he’s already under. how much more can he take before he breaks? penelope meets his eyes as he apologizes to her. 

        this is going to hurt like a motherfucker.

she exhales a soft sigh, looking back down at their hands. “percy weasley, i wish you were KINDER to yourself.” but penny no longer do all of the mental lifting. she lifts his hand to her lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. she presses her forehead against it. she’s already begun to shake -- she knows she is the STRONG one between them; she handles her stress with grace. she knows how to compartmentalize. she knows how to take care of herself and him. 

“i know you’re sorry, perce.” penny says, voice tight as she meets his eyes once more. they both shared that trait -- beautiful blue eyes brimmed with sadness. “i know.” 

“i miss you. i miss you so much. even when we’re together, i know you’re not here.” she blinks back the tears that want to fall. not yet. “we’re supposed to be a team, perce.” 

[precisepenny]

this was not how she envisioned it. 

after school, things had been good between them. even though they were both busy, they found time for each other. he would talk about crouch, then fudge, and she in turn would talk about st. mungo’s. the tension really started toward the end of fudge’s reign as minister. HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED had returned, and the world went to hell. 

it’s a slow burn, the fire building in her chest where her heart used to be. she’s not angry. no. she’s hurt. long days turn to sleepless nights, where percy doesn’t even come home. she knew he was overworking himself; it was in his nature. penny just knew she could help, if he let her in. . . but the distance between them grows further by the day, and this is not how it was supposed to go. she and percy were suited for each other. he would be MINISTER; she would run ST. MUNGO’S. that had been their destiny. one of the biggest power couples of the wizarding world. . . it was supposed to be THEM against the world. 

now. . . now, she just feels empty and sad, longing for his touch. longing for him. even in the quiet mornings when they wouldn’t say anything and just drink tea, it was better than this. than nothing. she makes a decision, and she HATES this.

it’s one of those magical days where he finds himself in her flat after a long day at work, and already penelope feels her stomach twist with discontent. “perce,” she says softly and reaches for his hand across the table, rubbing her thumb gently over his knuckles. “we need to talk.” the words make her throat feel tight, and her eyes already burn with tears. | @manichaeisms

[precisepenny]

@ percy weasley -- put a ring on it.