"No, but I have magic," he declared, with a rather smug expression. "You can get on in front of me or behind me, I'll drive, you hang on for dear life - because it's a bumpy ride - and we'll unleash holy hell on unsuspecting victims." Oliver shrugged. As far as plans went, that was a good one, he thought. Not to mention somewhat scandalous, what with her either being stuck, snug, between his knees or him between hers. There were few things more sexual than riding on a broom with someone, in his honest opinion. Not that he wanted a sexual experience with Penelope, but it would definitely do something about her luggage, wouldn't it?