"That's great Oliver," Penny said with conviction. "I'm really happy for you." And she meant it ; for as long as she'd known him he'd always had a broom within reaching distance and she couldn't imagine what it would have been like not to have been able to fly. Something akin to not being able to read.
Penny hated herself for wanting to flush at that smirk, but since it was Oliver and she trusted him more than she trusted her own judgement at times, she swallowed and kept her gaze steady. "I prefer to be on t..In front."
Her thumb rubbed the ring finger of her left hand, still a little surprised to find it bare. "If I die Oliver, I want you to know that I will haunt you for the rest of time. The nasty type of ghost - the sort that puts grease on the pole of the broom and bends all the twigs in different directions."
She was going to do this ; throw water bombs from a broom which wouldn't be steady whilst one of her friends ensured she didn't fall off and become a squished pancake. "Okay. Lets do this."