Penelope was sweating, too, though she decided not to announce it. She felt the thin line of perspiration down the center of her back start to evaporate into the night air; the refreshing quality of the temperature was starting to dissipate and it was becoming just plain cold. The popping and banging of constant Disapparition was all around them now, the crowd literally vanishing before their eyes.
She took his arm again in preparation for their own departure. "Ready?"