Physical Description: Large circular glasses, freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose, pale green eyes that always seem slightly wide and thoughtful. Her sandy hair is usually worn in loose braids or tucked behind her ears when she's concentrating, falling just past her shoulders. Her appearance is gentle and unassuming, the sort of person people rarely look at twice. Ink stains often mark her fingertips from constant writing, and she nearly always carries a small notebook or planner filled with meticulously organized notes, and a large canvas tote bag.

Mental Description: Penelope suffers from OCD. Chews on her lip when she's really concentrating, her leg constantly bounces when she's seated, and she cannot drink anything without tapping the bottom of her cup against a solid surface twice before her sip. She is prone to ritual behaviors, like checking locks and opening/closing doors until it 'feels right.'

Biography: Penelope Jane Weatherford was born to Gregory and Charlotte Weatherford in the rainy, early morning hours of April 9th, becoming the newest line in an old Welsh pureblood family known more for their discretion than their influence. The Weatherfords were never outspoken in their political values and beliefs, valuing education, kindness, and keeping one’s head down. Gregory worked in Magical Records for the Ministry, while Charlotte stayed home to raise their daughter. Penelope is an only child, doted on but not spoiled, raised in a home filled with books, quiet routines, and firm but gentle expectations. From a young age, she showed signs of anxiety and obsessive tendencies: counting steps, rechecking locks, rewriting notes until her words felt right on the parchment. Her parents noticed, worried, and supported her as best they could in a world that had little language for such things.

First Instance of Magic: Penelope's first instance of magic was quiet, unassuming, and very fittingly her. She was just 3 years old old, a very well behaved child, whose wide eyes followed everything around her with curiosity. It wasn't a shock to her mother when she entered her child's bedroom to get her up for the day and saw a children's book open upon her lap, the pictures dancing over the page in a colorful illusion.