Years at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had transformed Penelope from a fresh-faced girl just out of school into the formidable career woman she was today.
"I wonder how Stella and the others are doing," Penelope said. "I hope their uncles won't lead them astray with all that partying."
Hearing his wife, Percy said helplessly, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't think so badly of Fred and George. They're fathers too."
Penelope couldn't help frowning. "No father would let his child experience a Daydream Charm at eleven."
"Ahem." Percy awkwardly turned his head away. "Rogue took it from the shop herself."
"You never used to care so much about these things." Changing the subject, Percy asked, "What's wrong today?"
"I'm a little scared." Penelope's steps grew heavy. "I'm scared he'll think we haven't done a good enough job."
So that was why.
Percy gently squeezed her hand and comforted her. "He's always believed in us."
Penelope shook her head. "It's you he believes in, Percy."
Before ascending the tower, the Wizard King had entrusted the two most important powers to those he trusted most.
Penelope knew her own limitations. If not for Percy, her husband, she probably could never have risen to this position.
At the time, they had faced troubles both at home and abroad. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had been responsible for dealing with Muggles, even if that meant directly dividing the Ministry of Magic's authority.
Penelope had simply been lucky. She had a wonderful husband, and that husband was the person the Wizard King trusted most.
Throughout all these years, Penelope had remained dedicated to her work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Sometimes she worked so hard that she even forgot her children's birthdays.
Yet she still felt she wasn't