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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Friday, September 22, 2006 / 4:22PM
Location: Thatch and Penny's Flat
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Penny and Treasa
This wasn't good. This was NOT good at all.
Penny'd just apparated back to the front steps of Thatch and her's place and she was sobbing. No, Penny wasn't just sobbing. The tears were rolling down her face at what seemed like rapid speed, spilling onto the blanket that Treasa was bundled tightly in and there wasn't anything that she could do to stop them. She'd just been thoroughly embarrassed and not only that but she was ... well, she wasn't even wanted. Nevermind that she wasn't wanted - TREASA, her own flesh and blood and that bloody bastard's as well, wasn't wanted. A poor, innocent babe wasn't wanted by her own father. He was repulsed and denied it and it broke Penny's heart into a million peices.
So she stood at the front door, trying to dig through her overly large bag that doubled as a baby-bag and purse, for the key to the flat. When Penny finally found it though, her hand was trembling so much and her eyes were blurred from the tears that she could barely get the key in door but when she finally did, the door flung open nearly going through the wall it was hinged to and Penny was practically running to her room. Of course, when she got in there, she safely placed Treasa in her crib and curled up on her bed sobbing and in the fetal position.
Location: Thatch and Penny's Flat
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Penny and Treasa
This wasn't good. This was NOT good at all.
Penny'd just apparated back to the front steps of Thatch and her's place and she was sobbing. No, Penny wasn't just sobbing. The tears were rolling down her face at what seemed like rapid speed, spilling onto the blanket that Treasa was bundled tightly in and there wasn't anything that she could do to stop them. She'd just been thoroughly embarrassed and not only that but she was ... well, she wasn't even wanted. Nevermind that she wasn't wanted - TREASA, her own flesh and blood and that bloody bastard's as well, wasn't wanted. A poor, innocent babe wasn't wanted by her own father. He was repulsed and denied it and it broke Penny's heart into a million peices.
So she stood at the front door, trying to dig through her overly large bag that doubled as a baby-bag and purse, for the key to the flat. When Penny finally found it though, her hand was trembling so much and her eyes were blurred from the tears that she could barely get the key in door but when she finally did, the door flung open nearly going through the wall it was hinged to and Penny was practically running to her room. Of course, when she got in there, she safely placed Treasa in her crib and curled up on her bed sobbing and in the fetal position.