Even the small amount of skin-to-skin contact from touching noses was enough to send a chill throughout her body. "I'm not sure I want your ideas mucking about in my brain if they have to do with llamas and cheeses," Penny said, making a face. "Doesn't seem like the type of dream I'd want to have about you."
"Private detention, though? Sounds like something you've been thinking way too much about. But maybe McGonagall was the one giving you detention, hm?" she teased, trying to not imagine the scene she'd just described.