He was tapping. And scratching. And seemed completly unable to stay still for a millisecond.
It was one of Penny's weaknesses ; she liked people who valued the ability to sit still.
"I know. Music is a weakness for me, although its not as bad as books. My flatmate has told me that I have to implement a one in- one out system as I'm spilling all over my room."
Leather Jacket looked at her briefly and Penny felt that she knew him. One of those faces. It was highly unlikely she'd met him in St Erth as he lacked the distinctive accent which narrowed her choice down to Hogwarts or..Hogwarts. Unfortunatly due to the Magical Secrecy Act, she couldn't blur out 'I'm a witch, are you a wizard?'.
Tapping. Leather. Oooh. It as Thingummy from Kirleys band! The drummer - Orsey - no, Orsino. Recognition dawned in her eyes and had her shifting slightly, relaxing her body as it turned towards him.
"So since you've stalked me here," Penny smiled slowly "Are you going to tell me how you got into those leather trousers?"