Friday | 3:00 pm | Hogwarts Grounds | Penny & Oliver
That comment would earn him a good natured bump of her hip. Too used to the teasing comments to take it as anything other than the way it was meant to be. Oliver was one of her oldest friends and the ease she had around him made him precious - he was a reminder of a life before the war and the person she was trying hard to get back to being. Small steps, tiny little tentative stumbling footsteps forward but she was managing and taking it each way.
“I know.” A guilty look flashed across her features before with a twist of her mouth she leaned forward, sliding her hand out of the glove to hover over the charm work and feel it vibrate ever so slightly on her skin. The work of a Master Charmer and something she hoped to emulate one day with her own wards - the tiny resonation in the atmosphere that hinted that the magic was woven into the fabric of the space around it rather than on the item itself. “I think its Professor Flitwicks.” Even now a reluctance to call him as anything other than his title despite the times their paths had crossed. Filius was a stranger, Professor Flitwick a fond memory of her time at school.
“I wasn’t that good,” leaning up and taking her space beside him with a look up to his features. “Do you know how long the girls of Ravenclaw spent trying to circumnavigate those charms on the boys changing rooms? Some of the brightest minds in the school - and most determined and we couldn’t manage it.” A confession given easily, the memory making her chuckle as she recalled evenings huddled on the bed surrounded by books and magazine and tossing out theories as to how to see Tony’s ass.