Charlie!
It was the season for parties, apparently. Penelope didn't know how many times she'd been dragged out of her comfortable hiding space in the last month alone, but she would have made an exception for Octavius regardless. True, she liked him very much as a person, but she also felt quite poorly that the first time or two they'd met, she had badgered him incessantly for details about her sister when they had been dating in school. Penelope didn't realise until some time later how awkward that must have been for him, being that her curiosity and nostalgia were so powerful, and she rather thought he'd taken to avoiding being alone with her ever since.
Though her cheeks reddened profusely at the memory, Penelope was relieved that she did not have to resort to liquor to ease her nerves, as the second they'd arrived, her thoughts had been reduced to ANIMALS! It also helped that this was both much tamer (was that a pun?) and less threatening and stressful than any social event she had been to in, oh, the last year or so. She liked a number of people here, although it was mostly that furry things really did wonders for her neuroses.
Perched atop one of the bales, she waved shyly at Charles when she caught his eye. Truthfully, she'd felt mortified about having gone to her brother's for dinner, and Penelope had even tried to insist it wasn't necessary for them to go, but he was surprisingly stubborn on the matter. It might not have been so bad, had the reception from her brother not been so noticeably frosty, being that everyone else seemed to be trying doubly as hard to make up for it, but she couldn't help feeling just a touch awkward around him now.
"I think the steins you found are quite a success," she told him when he drew a little closer.
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