Penny leaned in to hear him better. Maybe this half-deaf thing was going to be more trouble than she thought. "I'm sure he is. You showed up on his doorstep, snogged him, and ran away."
She gripped his hand even more tightly. "You thought of me, though. That's good, right?" she asked, hazarding a grin. They'd both resisted the urges set upon them by a potion simply by thinking of the other. That had to mean something good for their future, she was sure of it.