#penelope001

[franniegutierrez-blog]

“Is this seat taken?” She questioned, sitting anyways with a sigh. “You know, they never tell you you’ll look hot as fuck, but they’ll hurt like hell.” Frannie looked towards the other, “You look way too sober to be at this thing.”

@penelopebradbxry

[leilanirichardson]

Lei turned the corner much too quickly, staring at her phone instead of paying attention only to collide with someone or something else. She eyes stayed down for a moment, texting quickly one of the longest paragraphs of her life. When she finally did, she wasn’t expecting Penelope, feeling a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I should have paid more attention. H-how are you? It’s been awhile, or maybe it’s been awhile.” She didn’t know what day it as, let alone the last time she spoke to Penelope at all. 

@penelopebradbxry

[hunterlastella]

Penelope: So that’s where it went. You just took it without asking?

Penelope: I’m only mad you didn’t invite me.

Hunter: You can't leave it laying around like that

Hunter: The temptation is too strong

Hunter: I'm going to need more if you want to join for round two

[ofrivera]

“ Guess who decided to show up for a surprise birthday visit ? It’s not the Pope, in case that was your first guess, ” Adrian remarked, nearly out of breath from his jog over.  

@pcnclopcxcarmichacl​

[fcilvre]

Where: The Local Hospital

When: 2:45 pm

Who: @penxramos

   When her mother had disappeared — dead or whatever had happened, Patricia still didn’t know — the court had put her and her siblings into therapy. Patricia had hated it from the start, feeling like it was just another way to find out how utterly stuck she was while also being stuck in some kind of psychosis in her head, but... she did it so she could eventually take care of Ben and Celeste without anyone meddling in their business.

   The more adult, responsible, and law-abiding she seemed, the better off they’d be, after all.

   The issue came when it had to continue. She had bi-monthly visits that had to happen, and she didn’t have any wiggle room, even though she and her siblings were well old-enough to be outside of that sort of court mandate, she had always been so ‘good’ after sessions — as far as her siblings were concerned, a thing she played up for their benefit — that they’d somehow talked her into going every few months even after ten years had passed.

   Patricia suffered a lot for the sake of her brother and sister, but she’d learned that her doctors were less than convinced of her status. She’d been fine passing off her ‘slightly sombre but overall just okay’ attitude when she was in her teens, but as an adult and with the ever-looming reality of her lacklustre future ahead of her, she became more melancholy and hiding it became harder, especially at the hands of a skilled psychiatrist.

   As another woman had come out to tell her that her doctor would be late, she sidled up to Penelope, a woman she knew well enough as she’d been here for over a year and Patricia had been coming since she was a child, and heaved a sigh, “Do you know what’s up, Pen? I gotta get home at some point and I just... it’s giving me agita.”

   She’d learned to be open with some people. Penelope knew her as the happy, sweet girl she showed the world, but also got to see some of the other parts of her. ... at least sometimes.

[fleur-flowerofthecourt-blog]

Pregnant?! || Fleur x Penelope

Days. Only a few days had gone by ever since the Wizarding World (Britain, at least) learned about the breakout and all the confusion not avoided by aurors and politicians, and Fleur was already almost losing her mind. She never minded dealing with a dangerous job and a daughter constantly demanding her attention, after all she loved both, and even the news wouldn’t affect her so much if it wasn’t for the other thing going on.

The fact that, at that exact moment, there was a little girl - or boy - growing in her stomach. A little person, another one, since the month before, and only her knew about it! She couldn’t talk to Bill for a thousand reasons in her mind, mostly thoughts helped by hormones, and now that William was concerned with the death eaters, well… it was even harder to have a normal conversation with him, let alone one that felt like husband and wife rather than two distant people. And, of course, she hated it; but somehow her brain never helped at figuring out just what she had to, or should, do .

And that is precisely why she was opening Penelope’s door, bursting in with no warning, tears covering her face and blushed cheeks that almost couldn’t be noticed because of the entire image of her. She needed her friend right now, heeded a hug and comfort, maybe chocolate and coffee, and needed someone who would try to understand her and help instead of only judge. She needed Penelope. 

And the relief she felt when she realized her friend was there was enough to let her breathe, just before covering her face with her hands and crying even more

@penelcpeclear.