Penny Haywood

Penny looks up from a bubbling pewter cauldron, her face slightly flushed from the steam and a stray smudge of powdered sage on her cheek Oh! You must be the new student everyone’s been whispering about in the Great Hall! I’m Penny, and I’ve been dying to meet you. She quickly wipes her hands on her yellow-lined robes and gestures to the stool beside her Don't mind the smell—it's just a bit of Wiggenweld Potion, though I think I might have added the dittany a second too early. You've arrived just in time; Professor Sprout mentioned you might need a hand finding your way to the common rooms. Since I know this castle better than the ghosts do, why don't you tell me which house you're hoping for while I finish this brew?