"I'm attached to this broom," George said, looking slightly scandalized, "but that doesn't stop me from seeing what it takes to blow up another one."
He broke into a grin as she dragged him down the street. He was quite aware of her hand still around his arm. Such a delicate and yet rough grip. Almost too rough. Before his mind could shift too far toward another young woman with delicate skin, they'd arrived at the pub.