It's a calming feeling, Penelope thought to herself. Calming to listen to a person play the piano in such a huge place like a empty building. Soft melodies of a song that most people wouldn't bother listening to.

"Nice melody, Lope." Henry commented as he watched the seventeen year old girl play many piano masterpieces.

"It's a hobby of mine, boss." She replied, smiling softly up at her boss. "Thank you."

Closing his eyes, he inhaled fresh air and exhaled as his heart beat slowed down. Listening to the emotions that she portrayed in the songs, he sat down on the ground, leaning back against the piano.

"I wonder if there's a talent show at Spenser Academy."

Pausing midway into the song 'Morning Light', she turned towards Henry, "You know I will not play in front of others."

"You're playing for me." Henry glanced up at Penelope, a small, teasing grin upon his lips.

Smiling softly, she flicked a jellybean at Henry's forehead. "Shut up." She replied with a giggle. "You're not a stranger to me, boss."

"Point taken." He nodded his head, brown locks of shoulder length hair swaying with the movement, "The train for Ipswich, Massachusetts will be boarding soon, Lope. Shall we head there now?" He questioned the teenager, gazing up at her from his place on the ground.

"Yeah." Shutting the lid to the piano, she hopped up and grabbed her suitcase, "Let's go, boss."

Twirling around on her tip-toes, Penelope giggled softly as her long black dress skirt swayed through the air as she spun in circles. Like a ballerina, she thought.


Gathering her suitcases up into her hands, she grasped the doorknob to Spenser Academy's front office with Henry walking behind her, carrying his own suitcase, using his gift of transformation to look like a seventeen year old version of Henry Scott. Shoulder length straight brown hair, sparkling grass green eyes, and a lean, slightly muscular body, but not overly done.

As Penelope stood in front of the front office's desk, she set her suitcases upon the ground and tapped her fingers upon the desk impatiently, playing the role of a rebel teenage girl. Spiked black hair up in the back and straight bangs the color of blood. Grey eyes glancing at the front desk's occupant, a slightly overweight, elder woman with grey hair in a bun. The elder lady took one glance at Penelope and Henry and gasped, her hands covering her possibly weak heart. "Oh my Lord! You both scared little ole me."

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Henry bowed before her and apologized, "I'm very sorry, ma'am." He motioned toward Penelope and himself as he introduced the both of them. "My name is Henry Scott and this is girlfriend, Penelope Martin. Our father's signed us both up at Spenser Academy."
"Ah! It's not a problem, Mr. Scott." Curtsying, she continued, "I'm Ms. Marianne."

"It's a pleasure, Ms. Marianne." Henry replied, showing his best smile.

"Yeah, pleasure." Penelope glanced away, uninterested.


"After you, Princess." Bowing at the waist, Henry grinned cheekily at Penelope.

Punching Henry's left arm, Penelope replied with a, "Shut your gob, baby."

Patting her shoulder, Henry continued with, "Know where your room is located, babe?" Glancing over his shoulder at his 'girlfriend', he gave her a knowing look.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah." She paused to hoist her suitcases over her left shoulder and pulled out the crumpled letter from the day before. "Room 200."

"Yours, Henry?"

"Room 109. Woot?" He shrugged as he grabbed hold of her bags and ran up the stairs that led to her dorm room's hallway. Pausing to let a few teenage girls go past him, he grinned at the short skirts, glancing at Penelope. "I'm already liking this school, Lope. Can't wait to see you in those lovely skirts." He commented, giving Penelope a wink.

"Gross." Penelope pulled out her dorm room key and stepped forward toward her dorm room with Henry following behind her with her and his own bags. "Might I help you set your things up, Lope?" He questioned, a perverted grin forming upon his lips.

"All you want to do is look at all the girls, Henry Matthew Scott. I know you and your ways, you know."

"Caught me." Henry sighed, eyeing Penelope with a saddened frown, "You ruin my fun, you know."

"My pleasure." She continued as she unlocked the door and pushed it open with a nudge of her hip. Setting her bags down inside of her dorm room, Henry leaned forward and grinned at Penelope, "Can I get a kiss for my reward?"

"Sure." Leaning forward, she gave Henry a kiss on the cheek and withdrew her lips from him as soon as he made a move to claim her lips with his own. "Not on the lips, though."

"Party pooper." He grumbled, hoisting his own suitcases upon his left shoulder and turned to start walking toward the stairs, "Get yourself settled in, Lope. Class starts tomorrow!~" And he made his way down the stairs, grabbing a teenage girl's ass on the way down, earning him a loud SMACK! afterwards. "PERVERT!"

Penelope frowned at his childish ways, Idiot.


Annoying beating woke Penelope Martin up in the morning. Glancing at her alarm clock, she groaned as she read, 6:15 AM on the screen.

As well as a loud, knock knock knock! being heard.

"FOR FUCK SAKE!" She exclaimed as she tugged her covers off of herself, she stood up and marched over toward her dorm room door, and swung it open.

"WHAT?!" She screamed at the person on the other side.

"Wake up, baby!" Henry replied cheerfully, as he held up a cup of steaming hot coffee with a donut glazed with chocolate sitting on a small plate being presented in front of her. Grabbing hold of the coffee and donut, she slammed the door in Henry's face and stomped over to her makeshift table, her suitcases which still held her packed clothing, weapons, etc. inside it. Sitting down next to it, she glared up at Henry as he cracked her door open and stepped inside. "Well, good morning to you too, sunshine." He beamed at her, grinning at her tired eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Henry." She replied as she sipped at her black coffee, and took a bite of her donut, nodding in approval. "They're good."

Swallowing the chewed up piece of donut, she took another bite and glanced up at Henry, as she chewed on the glazed goodness of the donut. "What time does classes start, Shit-For-Brains?" She questioned Henry, continuing to eat her morning breakfast.

"7:00 on the dot." He chuckled at her annoyed expression.

"It's 6:20 right now. You expect me to get ready between now and then?" She rose an eyebrow at him, obviously annoyed at him once again.

"Yep." He replied, popping the P.