"Yeah, this is cool," Penny answered. Maybe to Giselle it was just cool. Giselle was beautiful and a lot of Hufflepuffs, not to mention people from other houses, liked her. Penelope St. Clair was a bit of a nobody, though, and to her, this was much more than "cool"; it felt a little like acceptance.

In any event, Penny loved Defense Against the Dark Arts, though the only competent teacher they'd ever had was Professor Lupin. She didn't even mind that he was a werewolf, because he was nice to her. He was nice to everyone, really. She was hoping to learn a lot from Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Penny would never admit it, but she'd occasionally wished she was the Girl-Who-Lived or something of the sort. People might actually talk to her and know her as something more than Giselle's best friend. She felt bad after thinking that, though. Harry Potter had a lot on his plate and she didn't really envy him for that.

Really, she was lucky to have Giselle as a friend; then again, Giselle was fairly lucky that Penny would take the time to explain things in DADA and Potions. Penny didn't mind because she knew Giselle wasn't using her or anything.

Penny stood near Giselle, a little nervous because she wasn't used to doing things that were against the rules. "There are two of them," she answered. "Fred and George Weasley. They're very...well known. They make those Puking Pastilles and such."

She was starting to get just a bit impatient. There were probably fifteen people in the Room already and more would be coming. Harry and his friends weren't here yet, but Penny really wanted to start already. She couldn't wait to see what these meetings were going to be like.