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[sms; r. peabody]: I don’t hold it against you. [sms; r. peabody]: A kid shouldn’t suffer for their parent’s actions.

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@killerserpentine
[sms; r. peabody]: I don’t hold it against you. [sms; r. peabody]: A kid shouldn’t suffer for their parent’s actions.
no matter how much she despised the woman, she could ALWAYS rely on penny peabody for work when she got DESPERATE. and here she is now, desperate and ready, WAITING outside her home for her to finish up some FINAL touches, when she spots the demon’s daughter WALKING up to the house.
she’d never really SPOKEN to roxy much before ------ she didn’t like to LINGER on penny’s property ( nor did she want to get further ENTANGLED into her life ) but she finds a smile GRACING her face as she says: “hey, not helping your mom out today then?” as a MILD attempt at a joke as she CROSSES her arms and looks at her, trying to DISGUISE her nerves as she continues rattling on. “what do you do with your summer holiday anyway?” // @killerserpentine ♡ ‘d for a starter!
Confidence is silent. Insecurities are loud.
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That way was how Hermione started her little conversation with no one other than Penny Peabody’s daughter (she didn’t even know she had one but then again, there were lots of things she didn’t know about the town and vice versa).
Somehow the girl had showed up at the Pembrooke when her mother couldn’t make it to an apparent meeting with Hiram, even after she’d established that those meetings with his new partners were to be held outside and far away from their home for she’d had enough.
“Confidence is silent. Insecurities are loud.” The brunette started as she stood behind the couch, next to the drink tray, pouring herself a nice dose of Scotch. “You and your mother love making a scene, that says much. But she can still be more quiet than you. Don’t let your insecurities show, I could be a thousand miles away and I’d still be able to hear you.” She finished simply, making her way back to one of the armchairs opposite the couch.