Penny sat up straight immediately, her hands zooming back into her lap. She was twenty-eight years old and still terrified of Molly Weasley. Especially now. Her red cheeks rivaled any blush by a member of the Weasley clan.
"Thanks for the coffee," she said, taking the cup from her and staring into it. She wished she could drown it in right now. "How long does Charlie have to stay here?" Penelope asked, trying to draw attention away from the fact that his mother had just walked in on them in a very intimate position.