While Selina had been getting comfortable on the edge of Penelope's bed to talk to her, a sudden whirl wind of ickle children came bursting through the room. She knew all of the faces, but the names were all just a tad fuzzy. It was hard for Selina to remember everyone's name in her house because there were so many. That was why- usually- the names that stuck in her head were those that had been on her team in previous years. Everyone else was soft of like a water color. Clearish, but still vague enough where she was perplexed. However, maye now would be a good time to learn everyone's names.
However, they all were talking so bloody fast and putting so much information into all of their sentences that Selina was just dizzy. What she did get from all of their little rants was that she did not need to introduce herself. The one girl knew her name and all about her bat. It was weird that people knew who she was without her having to say hello. Weirder still that everyone was so bubbly.
Speaking of bubbly, the climber bust through the doors of the dorm at that precise moment. Honestly, the redhead did not know the rude little first year by name, but she had a feeling that by the end of the year Selina and the rest of the house would know this girls name by heart. The Gryffindor point board would make her VERY familiar.
Rubbing her temples she told the girl calmly,
"Do not jump on the beds... Thank you." Translation- get off the bloody bed.
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Penelope jerked away instinctively from the tickling, though the faintest of smiles did manage to cross her face briefly, before settling back down once the tickling stopped. She bit her lip as she considered Selina's words. Well....maybe she could tell her. What could it hurt? Maybe it would be nice to actually say this to someone. Then she could be...more sure of it? Or something? Maybe she'd know what to do. Maybe Selina would know what to do about, though Penelope wasn't sure whether the older girl had ever felt like this. And honestly, Penelope hoped she hadn't. She wouldn't wish this feeling on anyone except maybe her cousin Xerxes because he was a git.
"It's just..." she started softly, slowly. "I think I 'like like' someone...but he doesn't feel the same. He likes someone else..."
Aha! She had gotten through to Penelope. The redhead had made the younger girl laugh. Laughter, from Selina's own experience, was the most effective way to help coax people into admitting what was wrong. Once they admitted what was on their mind then the other party could help them feel better. That was precisely what Selina was trying to do for Penelope and to a small degree Penelope was participating.
So the sixth year sat up a little straighter to give Penelope her full attention. And when the younger girl spoke Selina sighed. Boys. They were always the stupid reason why many a Gryffindor girl had cried up in this dormitory. The male gender that the stupid affect on lionesses that always, without fail, gave them grief. And now Penelope was starting to get affected by the plight of the opposite sex.
While the younger girl was talking, Selina adjusted her sitting position on the bed so she was sitting directly next to Penelope and leaning her back against the headboard. Her one arm wrapped around the younger girl's shoulder as she tried to find the right words. Unfortunately, no words when it came to affairs of the heart were ever enough. But they could help,
"Look Penelope, boys are stupid. It's actual cruel that women are subjected to their stupidity in a way that makes their heart hurt. Men have this deficiency that makes them blind to how beautiful, wonderful and talented girls like you are. If this boy doesn't like you- he's an idiot." That was the truth,
"I know that you don't think this, but if someone can't see how great you are... They don't deserve to have your heart."