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Her pout, in turn being only half serious, lasted no more than a few seconds. Now, of course, was not the time, but the otherwise continual rejection, to put it very harshly, left her feeling a bit nervous about his nebulous-sounding explanation for when things would be "right." Not only because she didn't know where that left this burgeoning new-again relationship, but also because she didn't have a lot of experience with… anything else a relationship involved. Penelope had a sinking suspicion she might not be very good at it, either.
"He has very interesting strategies," was her diplomatic reply. Penelope was certainly not one to question the currently reigning captain of the Phoenix league, but the man seemed equal parts mad and reckless with just a smattering of savagery to her, even in spite of Charles's affinity for him. Shifting so that she nearly faced him, she drew a hand to his face, cupping his cheek briefly before trailing down to play with his collar. "You've had one of the best records for saves this season," Penelope said, giving his front a little tug. "All goals will be stopped. The crowds will cheer madly. You'll be grand."
But if he was anything like her brother, inspirational talks were of little to no use, though she still liked to try. At least Charles hadn't resorted to shutting himself up in a dark room, yet. Even Penelope felt a little excited for the match, sympathy nerves aside. It would be nice to put away the textbooks for the day, particularly since this week had been an intensive review in History of Magic. She hadn't been able to make it to all of the matches this year, but she certainly wasn't going to miss the last one.
"He has very interesting strategies," was her diplomatic reply. Penelope was certainly not one to question the currently reigning captain of the Phoenix league, but the man seemed equal parts mad and reckless with just a smattering of savagery to her, even in spite of Charles's affinity for him. Shifting so that she nearly faced him, she drew a hand to his face, cupping his cheek briefly before trailing down to play with his collar. "You've had one of the best records for saves this season," Penelope said, giving his front a little tug. "All goals will be stopped. The crowds will cheer madly. You'll be grand."
But if he was anything like her brother, inspirational talks were of little to no use, though she still liked to try. At least Charles hadn't resorted to shutting himself up in a dark room, yet. Even Penelope felt a little excited for the match, sympathy nerves aside. It would be nice to put away the textbooks for the day, particularly since this week had been an intensive review in History of Magic. She hadn't been able to make it to all of the matches this year, but she certainly wasn't going to miss the last one.
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