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Penelope Clearwater Samples
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001/ANYTIME Closing her eyes, Penelope smoothed out the smooth cotton of her new trousers. They were grey, not the drab sort of dull-black kind of grey, but a bright almost blue shade. Her top was white, somewhat more low-cut than she was used to, but it fit her curves well. She had been dreading this part of her assignment for about a week and a half now. Not only would she be talking with the Minister, on record, but she would also have to see Percy. That, of course, was why she'd gone out and purchased new clothes. She'd done her hair up in the usual twist, but secured it with a little silver clasp instead of the usual bobby-pins. There was the barest bit of make-up on her cheeks. And her shoes, cute little pointy-toed boots, clicked softly against the floor as she made her way to the elevator that would take her to the Minister's floor.

Penny wasn't sure if she was more nervous about interviewing the Minister or seeing Percy. It wasn't that they'd had a bad break-up. It was easy. Mutual. And they were still friends. Well, acquaintances. Penny didn't really have friends. She neglected them for the sake of her work. But she still considered Percy someone she could trust, someone she could turn to if she needed, someone she could tell anything to. They just hadn't really spoken in a long time. And days before this meeting, Penny had decided to show Percy exactly what he was missing out on by choosing his work over her. Of course, by the time the doors of the elevator opened Penny was feeling entirely too self-conscious. The blouse was cut too low. Her shoes were too loud. Her hips looked gigantic. And she was certain Percy wouldn't notice a single thing she'd done. She kept trying to reassure herself that at least she looked lovely and professional for her meeting with the Minister, but she couldn't help the tiny ache (the one she persistently ignored because it was not at all logically based) in her chest as she stepped through the door, instantly gazing around for a familiar bit of red-hair.


1st Person Samples
001/ANYTIME Well, I don't know how I managed it, but I finished my to-do list today. I've just gotten in from shopping. Who in Merlin's name decided to start Christmas preparations in November? It isn't even the month of Christmas yet and already people are running around like headless chickens! All I wanted was some groceries. I needed to fill up my cupboards and what did I have to face to do so? Oh, you don't even want to know. Screaming children, screaming parents, dirty looks. No parking spaces. I took Mum's auto and couldn't find a place to park the thing to save my life. I should have gone into Diagon. But I was craving some Muggle snacks. Go figure. I bet Diagon is just as packed, though. I hear the new Firebolt came out this week. People are going to be fighting over those as sure as they were fighting over that game system in the department store. What's it called? Oh, playstation or something. As if Nintendo isn't enough, they have to make more of these things. No wonder Wizarding children are 6% smarter than Muggle children. Those things kill brain cells. I'm surprised I turned out as well as I did with all the Mario Bros. I played.

Anyway, what was I going on about? Oh, the busy-ness of, well, life in general really. My life. The holiday season. The world at large. All I want to do is curl up in front of my parents' fireplace with A Christmas Carol and hide until life calms down a bit. There are just a few problems with that plan, however. The first being that I've got a one year anniversary to focus on, or something. I don't know why it's a big deal. It isn't like we're married. We're dating. And I really can't see myself marrying him anyway. But it seems important to him. And our parents. So I suppose I have to pretend to care. And the other issue that is keeping me from a cozy snuggle with Charles Dickens is the fact that I have a big assignment at work. Normally I'd be excited. But normally it isn't the holiday season where everyone has lost their sodding minds. And normally my assignments don't take me to the Ministry almost on a daily basis. I have nothing against the Ministry, but this time of year it will be a mess and I don't relish the idea of spending hours a day there for weeks at a time. And seeing Percy everyday will be a particularly delicate situation. Well, I suppose I should get to something useful. Like cleaning. Or organizing my work for the coming week.