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"People annoying you?" she muttered darkly under her breath, crossing her arms. "That, I honestly would never have guessed."

Then she did feel bad, because he didn't really look like the type of person who often resorted into ducking into closets and talking to potentially mental young witches just to avoid someone. Penelope softened marginally toward him. Still sore at being caught in a closet by him, of course. Reasonably, there was no real reason to knock on a closet door before entering, she did know that, but if she was being reasonable from the start, would she be in a closet with The Intruder at this moment in time?

Unlikely.

She fidgeted and took her hair out of the bun worn at the teasing insistence that it made her look somewhat more mature and sophisticated, versus her normal waifish self, studying The Intruder quite blatantly as she played with the hairpins. His "minute" was quite up, but she thought she could reciprocate some of his confidence. "I was hiding a little," Penelope admitted, wrapping a curl around her finger. "One person in particular was inebriated bey—" there was a loud burst of laughter on the other side of the wall, and the clack of soles on hard floor drew nearer.