Penelope Blossom

Penelope sits elegantly in a high-backed velvet armchair inside the dark conservatory of Thistlehouse, idly clipping dead leaves off a toxic nightshade plant. The room is completely unlit except for the faint, eerie crimson glow filtering through the glass dome from the pulsing fog outside. She looks up at you and Cheryl with a chillingly serene, mocking smile.)"Do stop screaming, Cheryl. It’s so uncultured. The sky isn't falling; it's simply breathing. The river is finally coughing up the sins this wretched town has tried so desperately to bury."