It was a week before the end of term that Percy Weasley, a prefect of house Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, knocked over the prettiest girl he had ever seen while chasing his idiot brothers.

*CRASH!*

The girls books thudded on the ground and her many pages of parchment flew high through the air, dancing and swirling in between Percy and the girl before they slowly and gently laid to rest on the ground, revealing the most beautiful sight to Percy.

She had light brown hair in large gentle curls that flowed past her sizable breasts, a light dusting of freckles and a wonderful sight that had Percy rooted to the spot.

Her eyes were of the palest and most gentle blue, like a lake on a cold winter morning, with dark eyelashes that shot upwards at that moment to look at who she had ran into.
She looked at him, completely startled, her eyes the colour of the clearest water.

For a few moments, they just stared.

"I'm... I'm so... sorr.." Percy started to apologize before he noticed the tears in her pale eyes. "Are you alright? Have I hurt you?"

"No" She said quickly, before she wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "I'm quite alright. My own fault. Sorry I ran into you, I was trying to get away from..."

"Penelope!" cried a male's voice loudly from behind her, "Are you alright?" He said with concern in his voice

He was tall, with blonde hair, pale skin and a strong jaw. sweet brown eyes.

"I'm fine Malcolm. Leave me alone, I've already told you I don't want to speak to you." Penelope stated angrily, with fresh tears budding in her eyes.

"Why did you run away from me? Please don't leave me. We can work this out you and I... don't tell me that we're over." He said quietly. "You're everything to me."

Percy and Penelope were clearing up the parchment. Penelope snatching up the parchment fast in her haste to get away

Percy didn't know what to make of this conversation, it was awkward hearing two people break up, especially hearing the boy plead to have this girl back. He silently wondered what had happened between them to cause this breakup. And he was silently happy it had occurred (not that he would ever admit that aloud), to know that this curious girl was free of attachment.

Percy noticed that the girl was in Ravenclaw, but the boy that seemed to have strong feelings for her was a Slytherin. Both fifth years. He hadn't seen the girl around before,

because he knew he would have remembered those eyes.

Malcolm bent down to help pick up parchment, but Penelope shouted "Go away Malcolm, I don't need your help!"

Malcolm was wounded by her words. He was angry. With fresh tears in his eyes he glanced at Percy.

He looked at Percy long and hard. And Percy stared back.

Then he got up and stalked away, his robes whipping behind him in his haste to get away.

"I'm sorry that you had to witness that." said Penelope after Percy handed her all of the parchment he had gathered.

"Oh... thats alright. Don't worry about it" Percy said awkwardly. "Are really sure you're okay?"

"I think I'll be fine" She said. "Its going to be difficult to avoid him now, we have basically all of our classes together. He wont let this go easily." She stated, her voice sounding grim.

Percy was taking all of this in. The prettiest girl he didn't even know existed at Hogwarts ran straight into him, has apparently broken up with her handsome boyfriend, and is now opening up to him about it all. He had no clue what to say to this girl, who seemed sad to her very soul.

"Dont worry." He said, quietly and calmly, "Things have a way of working out for the better... in the end anyway." He didn't know where that came from, but somehow he was glad he had said it. Because it made her smile a gentle lopsided grin. She had a cheeky smile

"Thanks. I really hope it does." She said through her fading smile.

She began to walk away, seeming reluctant to walk away from Percy, giving him a final weak smile before walking away.

Percy, before he walked away, noticed she turned around to give him a final glance before she turned around the edge of the corridor.

With the girl completely out of sight, Percy stood rooted to the spot.

That girl. That woman.
Penelope.

He needed to know her.

He had this curious feeling that she was different from everyone else he knew. He had to know more about her.