So this was anxiety inducing as always. Penny found herself fussing with the sleeve of her robe as she found her spot at the Hufflepuff table. As usual, she found a spot not too near the already assembled crowd, but not so far away that she looked like a loser. Arguably, the latter was true though... Penny Lane Goodman was definitely a loser. And her slight growth spurt had done nothing for her confidence, honestly. So yeah... she was more comfortable down here by herself.

HOWEVER, it did not keep her from offering friendly smiles toward her housemates (and a few awkward finger waves). She had manners, just not much in the way of social skills. Anyone who had spent any amount of time around her knew that, of course.

After getting settled she felt her eyes wander toward the Ravenclaw table in search of her boyfriend. HER BOYFRIEND! It still blew her mind. Perhaps the boyfie would find his way over in a bit? It wasn't like she had gotten enough attention on the train.