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Penelope was bent over a book, taking notes in a well-loved journal as she read, all but blind to her surroundings. It was lucky that she had long perfected the art of automatic note-taking, or her notes would resemble gibberish at best. It was so nice to spend an afternoon outside of the office (god knows she spends too much time there as it is). She was totally absorbed in her reading, and nearly jumped out of her skin when someone tapped on her shoulder. Penelope spun, letting out a relieved sigh when she saw Hermione Granger. “I haven’t, I’m sorry,” Pen answered the other witch’s question. She could empathize, she had favorite writing utensils too. Pen held up the muggle pen she was using as additional proof. “Do you want help looking?” 

Hermione liked doing paperwork at a cafe, she found the ambient noise of it to be similar to her time in the Hogwarts Library, where she really trained herself to study and work. Working in silence was great but sometimes a little eerie. The only thing she had to make sure of was that the paperwork wasn’t anything confidential, not that she thought anyone would be particularly enthralled by the confidential documents pertaining to SPEW anyway. Reaching for her quill she was confused when her hand only felt the table. “What-” where was her quill? No it was her favourite quill! Her parent’s had bought it for her 18th birthday. “I’m so sorry-” she said, tapping the person beside her on their shoulder “you didn’t accidentally pick up a quill just here did you? I’ve managed to misplace it within twenty seconds of putting it down” she asked. 

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The worst part of having errands to run in Hogsmeade was the glaring temptation of Honeydukes. The doors seemed to have some sort of summoning array carved into them, the pull was so irresistible. (Or at least that’s what Pen would say, if she were asked.) It was therefore completely unsurprising to Penelope when she found herself walking right through the doors. 

She was standing between displays, trying to decide between dark chocolate and salted caramel truffles and lemon and raspberry cauldron cakes when she realized she’d stopped next to an achingly familiar head of red hair. Penelope smiled at Mrs. Weasley’s little quip, knowing a little bit of what the other witch must be going through. “Salty foods are my stress go-to,” Pen admitted. “Sugar’s up there too, though. Hi, Mrs. Weasley. How are you holding up?” 

molly wasn’t quite sure what her head space was. she had been told that there was still hope. kingsley had been let go, afterall, safely (albeit, with his memory erased of the incident). arthur was one of the strongest people she had ever met, having not only put up with the bullshit the ministry had thrown at him over the years, but also being attacked by nagini. she still worried, though. she couldn’t lose her husband so soon after losing her son. he was her rock.

not being able to stay in the house any longer, she made her way to hogsmeade, needing some time to herself out of the house that reminded her so much of her husband. spotting a little pop up full of chocolate, molly stopped and got some. when a person stopped next to her, she casually said, “unfortunately i’m a stress eater and i also love chocolate. it’s not a good combination.”

“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.” - Bertrand Russell

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“She had fought in the Battle of Hogwarts, I’m assuming they know she isn’t on their side,” Terry offered. He felt really bad that he was the one having to tell Penelope about all of this, she was a good person she didn’t deserve to find out this way. On the flip side, Padma didn’t deserve to be taken either even though the details on her being missing were still unclear. There was no proof that she was taken just a simultaneous event and an assumption. Along with that also came no reason on why Padma specifically.

It could have just been she was in the right place at the right time but Terry had no idea. He was even more out of the loop since he hadn’t decided to join the New Order, his parents still sending him constant letters almost as if a reminder of what they’d said to him. He really didn’t know what the right choice was. “Anthony’s been pretty worried since then so he wants me to check in with him every so often. You might want to talk to him– um, he can probably update you better than I can.”

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Pen felt a familiar guilt creep up on her when Terry talked about the Battle of Hogwarts. She hadn’t been there, she hadn’t even been in the country. It was an unexpected extra pain in her chest that she tried to ignore. Padma was what was important here, not Penelope’s own failures. “Of course,” she said quietly, trying to reconcile all of this new information. “The Redeemers must have long memories.” 

“I’ll go talk to him, check in,” Penelope promised Terry. It had been years since Hogwarts, even longer since she was their Prefect, but it still made Pen warm with pride and fondness when she saw ‘her’ Ravenclaws, especially together. “I’m glad Anthony has you. Padma, too,” she said, before pausing, the words almost stuck in her throat. “Are you going to be okay?” she asked, before rephrasing, “At least, will you be safe?” 

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molly looked over to the voice that had just spoken to her and smiled. it was always nice to see a familiar face other than her family. yes, she loved them to death. and yes, she appreciated everything they did. but they were pretty good at getting on her nerves.

“a personal favorite of mine is mixing salt and sugar,” she said as she laughed. truth be told, when she stress ate, she didn’t care what she was eating. she would eat just about anything. she just happened to be passing honeydukes. “hi, honey,” she said with a soft smile still present on her face. “i’ve been better.” she couldn’t help but to think about when arthur had been attacked by nagini and how he had recovered, allowing some hope that her husband was safe. 

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Penelope could imagine what Mrs. Weasley was going through, to an extent. Her fear of having the same or worse happen to her own family had lead to Penelope taking her family and leaving the country entirely. A coward’s move maybe, but her family had been safe. Those who’d been taken were a harsh reminder of what could have been, and what might be again. 

“There is something irresistible about the combo,” Pen agreed, taking a box of the truffles she’d been considering off the shelf. Now that Mrs. Weasley had mentioned it, salted caramel and dark chocolate was exactly what she needed. If only she knew what Mrs. Weasley needed, though. Pen hadn’t seen the other witch in years, really, not after she and Percy... And the woman’s husband had been taken, there were no words or gestures in the world that would make that okay. In the end she settled on clasping the other witch’s hand in hers for a moment, wishing silently that things would get better soon. “If Arthur is anything like his son,” Penelope said quietly, “He’s smart and resourceful and he will find his way back to you.” 

aterryboot·:

Terry had somehow managed to escape Anthony’s plan to lock him up inside of his house forever, rubbing one of his temples with his hand. He was taking the elevator down from Anthony’s office after checking in with his friend and letting him know it was safe. Now that he was alone he could finally digest everything that was happening. Michael and Padma, snatched up at the festival and now who knows where they were being kept. Terry sighed, the heavy weight of two friends being gone finally resting on his shoulders. No matter how much that he and Michael argued, Terry still cared about him and Padma was too nice of a person to deserve something like this.

He felt exhausted, and not to mention out of the loop since he wasn’t a part of the New Order. His parent’s words of warning were fresh in his mind from the amount fo times he’d gone over them, their warning to not ruin his father’s political career. 

It was then that Penelope came through the open elevator doors, the movement causing Terry to slowly look up. “It’s no problem,” he told her, shuffling to make plenty of room for her in the small space. In normal circumstances he might have tried to be friendlier, or given her a polite smile but now he couldn’t help the feeling of helplessness.

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Terry was one of the last people Pen would have expected to run into in a Ministry elevator, but she hadn’t seen him in ages, and if it took running into him in the middle of the night Penelope wouldn’t complain. Terry’s age group of Ravenclaws had a special place in her heart, her first group of first years when she was made a prefect in her fifth year. It was good to see him, even if frankly, he looked terrible. 

“Terry! What are you doing here, is everything okay?” she asked concernedly, knowing that no sane person should be in the Ministry at this hour. And he really did look out of sorts. But while she had him, “Have you seen Padma recently? She missed our lunch date earlier, but usually she sends a note when she’s caught up in a project.” 

location: ministry elevator 

status: open

Penelope fought another yawn, her eyes tearing at the strain and blurring the words on the page in front of her. It was far past the time when any normal employee would have (and should have) gone home, but Penelope had become utterly sidetracked by a translation of a journal from a Hogwarts student who had attended just after its founding. It was a fascinating if confusing read, the Old English translation a learned taste. Rubbing a hand against her forehead, Penelope knew she wouldn’t be making anymore progress tonight. 

She packed up her office quietly, carefully placing the journal into a locked preservation box. Locking her office behind her, Penelope sleepily made her way to the elevators, making the journey on autopilot. This sleep-deprived walk was so familiar to her that when the elevator door opened, Penelope walked straight inside, never expecting that she’d run right into someone. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Penelope said, wide awake now with a hand pressed against her rapidly beating heart. “No one else is usually in here...” 

Though it was definitely closer to morning than noon, Penelope felt justified in taking an early lunch break to run over to Lisa’s store and check in on her. She works through most lunches anyway, so really, she was probably due a long lunch. It was Lisa’s first day back at the shop and Pen wanted to be there for her, make sure she knew she had a support system even when the baby wasn’t around. It was the work of moments to hop over to Bewitched, pausing only to make a stop at a little café for drinks and snacks to go. 

“Absolutely nothing,” Pen smiled. She walked through the store to the counter, tugging her cousin into a side hug and shifting a mug into her hands. “How’s your first day back?” 

where: Bewitched

status: open for all 

Since Liam had been born, Lisa had been very hesistant in leaving her daughter, spending most of her time with the baby. She had read about seperation anxiety and it was real. Even now, a few months after her birth, Lisa didn’t feel comfortable leaving her with someone else for more than two hours, even if those were her parents or Michael’s. It was her first full day back at work and she was already on pins and needles, waiting for time to pass. They didn’t think she’d make it a full day before popping by and checking in, but she knew she’d have to learn to be apart from her daughter. Sure, Lisa loved her job, but there was nothing she loved more than Liam. Hearing the bell on top of the door ring, she looked up from behind the counter.

 “Hello, what can I help you with today?”