"I'm lucrative," he said with a smile. Charlie set the bag down with a big clunk and grabbed her hand to pull her close. Six hundred galleons would cover almost three months rent. Right now Charlie was paying two hundred and thirty five galleons and six sickles a month. This would make him pretty comfortable for a while.
"Remember that I'm so lucky when you're dreaming about me tonight, yeah?" It was a little bit of a joke, and a little wishful thinking. Charlie had been dreaming about Penny lately. Sometimes she was riding dragons, sometimes she was wearing a Head Girl badge and giving him private detention.