The truth shall bloody well NOT set you free. (Closed RP for Galadriel and Penny)
((Backdated to the night of the Valentine's party, shortly after this.))
She refused to run, much as her legs and the chill in the air was telling her to. No. She was a Creighton-Ward, and Creighton-Wards do not run from the distasteful. Penny made a face. And how distasteful the evening had been.
She couldn’t help her relief upon seeing the Fat Lady, and her steps quickened maybe a little as she crossed the Common Room and made her way up to the room she shared with Galadriel. The elf wasn’t there, and Penny’s shoulders sagged as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
What had happened to her tonight? First developing a sudden and inexplicable love for a man she had just met (Her heart protested. They were soulmates, weren’t they?), and then a complete lack of verbal censorship, so that her opinion of Mr. Darcy (her heart gave a little flutter at the thought of his name) was now generally known. Not to mention her thoughts about Simkin, to whom she’d barely even spoken a word.
Penny sighed and flopped across her bed face down, disturbing a snoring Tracy. The little dog began snuffling around her mistress’ ears, since she couldn’t get to Penny’s face. “Hello, Tracy,” Penny said, her voice muffled, and she reached feebly to pet the puppy. She rolled over onto her back, fending off a full-on dog-tongue facial, and threw her arm over her face. “Oh, Tracy, what’ve I done?”
She refused to run, much as her legs and the chill in the air was telling her to. No. She was a Creighton-Ward, and Creighton-Wards do not run from the distasteful. Penny made a face. And how distasteful the evening had been.
She couldn’t help her relief upon seeing the Fat Lady, and her steps quickened maybe a little as she crossed the Common Room and made her way up to the room she shared with Galadriel. The elf wasn’t there, and Penny’s shoulders sagged as she closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
What had happened to her tonight? First developing a sudden and inexplicable love for a man she had just met (Her heart protested. They were soulmates, weren’t they?), and then a complete lack of verbal censorship, so that her opinion of Mr. Darcy (her heart gave a little flutter at the thought of his name) was now generally known. Not to mention her thoughts about Simkin, to whom she’d barely even spoken a word.
Penny sighed and flopped across her bed face down, disturbing a snoring Tracy. The little dog began snuffling around her mistress’ ears, since she couldn’t get to Penny’s face. “Hello, Tracy,” Penny said, her voice muffled, and she reached feebly to pet the puppy. She rolled over onto her back, fending off a full-on dog-tongue facial, and threw her arm over her face. “Oh, Tracy, what’ve I done?”