Although she didn't often allow herself the enjoyment of going beyond tipsy when it came to drinking, she had always been a happy, giggly drunk. The world became brighter and more exciting when she crossed the line, but it also came with an awful headache in the morning. One no amount of potions or foods ever seemed to touch. Tonight, though, there was no reason not to prevent herself from overindulging. She was with her very best friend, far from Hogsmeade and the likes of her mother, and had nothing to do but sleep in the morning.
It was her idea not to head back to Hogsmeade after his decision to miss their portkey. Nemo was right to do so, of course, neither of them were in the state of such a nasty method of travel. (Penny thought about suggesting flying across the channel on her recently crafted broom, but she'd yet to try it across long stretches of water and the thought of dooming them to a watery grave was too sobering a thought.) But, they couldn't remain on the streets of Paris all night, either. Their safest bet seemed to be the inn, though perhaps not seeing as they had only one room.
Penny blushed when Nemo referred to her as his wife, but gave no indications to the innkeeper that he was lying. Penelope Fisk did have a rather nice flow to it, didn't it? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to allow herself the fantasy, if only for one night. Tomorrow, they'd be back to being friends and this would simply be a fond memory to look back upon. It was safer that way, much like staying in the inn was.
She flopped down onto the edge of the bed and immediately set upon removing her shoes. She'd thought to look nice that morning, choosing an unbroken in pair of dainty shoes rather than her sturdy, worn in boots, and had regretted that decision all day. Truthfully, Nemo was lucky she hadn't tried to remove them earlier in the evening. Walking around barefoot had to be better than walking with the blisters she'd gotten.
Penny was so caught up in her thoughts about her shoes that she only caught the tail end of Nemo's decree. One look at the 'couch' he determined as his bed tonight immediately made Penny shake her head no. "Absolutely not. Look at that thing, it could barely fit the two of us side by side." A chaise would've been better. Or even an arm chair. No, that couch looked dreadfully uncomfortable. "We'll build a wall of pillows between us. It'll be fine."
It was her idea not to head back to Hogsmeade after his decision to miss their portkey. Nemo was right to do so, of course, neither of them were in the state of such a nasty method of travel. (Penny thought about suggesting flying across the channel on her recently crafted broom, but she'd yet to try it across long stretches of water and the thought of dooming them to a watery grave was too sobering a thought.) But, they couldn't remain on the streets of Paris all night, either. Their safest bet seemed to be the inn, though perhaps not seeing as they had only one room.
Penny blushed when Nemo referred to her as his wife, but gave no indications to the innkeeper that he was lying. Penelope Fisk did have a rather nice flow to it, didn't it? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to allow herself the fantasy, if only for one night. Tomorrow, they'd be back to being friends and this would simply be a fond memory to look back upon. It was safer that way, much like staying in the inn was.
She flopped down onto the edge of the bed and immediately set upon removing her shoes. She'd thought to look nice that morning, choosing an unbroken in pair of dainty shoes rather than her sturdy, worn in boots, and had regretted that decision all day. Truthfully, Nemo was lucky she hadn't tried to remove them earlier in the evening. Walking around barefoot had to be better than walking with the blisters she'd gotten.
Penny was so caught up in her thoughts about her shoes that she only caught the tail end of Nemo's decree. One look at the 'couch' he determined as his bed tonight immediately made Penny shake her head no. "Absolutely not. Look at that thing, it could barely fit the two of us side by side." A chaise would've been better. Or even an arm chair. No, that couch looked dreadfully uncomfortable. "We'll build a wall of pillows between us. It'll be fine."