I swung my hand. My new wand swung with it, cutting through the air. At first I thought it made whoosh-ing sounds, but after further investigation, I was confident that it was more swish-y.
"Careful!" Ron yelped, shying away. "You're gonna poke someone's eye out like that!"
All of us were walking through the Weasleys' front garden from the car to their house. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in front, Mr. Weasley carrying our shrunken school stuff inside his bag. I insisted on carrying my wand myself, but honestly, no one tried to take it from me. Although Ron looked tempted now.
"Please," Ginny said. "You're the last person with a right to complain. When you first got your new wand you were twice as bad as Percy, and we still have all our eyes."
"That was then, this is now!" Ron protested. "You've had it out for me since earlier you know. Don't tell me you're throwing a fit just because I told Fred and George—"
The sharp toe of Ginny's shoe slammed his shin before he could complain any more. As Ron hopped the rest of the way to the door on one foot, I swung my wand down vertically. Nothing happened. I turned the wand back around toward myself, looking at the tip. "How do I make it shoot seawater again?"
"You want it to do that?" Harry asked dubiously.
"That was just the wand's way of showing its allegiance to you," Hermione said. "Wandmakers call that the First Spark. When a wizard is looking for a wand, their magic interacts with wands that don't have a master, almost like a conversation. Wandmakers have termed the process as a dialogue. However, once a partnership has been built, the wand evolves into its resting state. You can't cause accidental or random effects anymore, but because the wand has synchronized itself with your magic, you can use it to cast proper spells. With sufficient studying, of course! Does that make sense?"
"First spork," I said. "No seawater. Got it."
Apparently Ron had forgiven me for endangering his eyes, because he clapped his hand on my shoulder. "Welcome to Hermione, mate. She only gets longer-winded from here."
"Honestly!" Hermione huffed. "Why do I even try?"
"I could kick him for you?" Ginny offered. "It would really be no trouble."
"Kids! Come in already!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from the door, which was now standing open. "Dinner is going to get cold!"
"But who cooked it?" Ron muttered, since Mrs. Weasley had been with them all day. "Fleur?"
He wasn't wrong, but Fleur hadn't done it alone. When we walked into the dining room, two bombshell blondes were hard at work pulling food from the oven and preparing plates. One was Fleur, but the other was a stranger to me.
She had bright eyes somewhere between Thalia's electric blue and the deeper blue of Apollo's children. She was short and thicker than Fleur, but not in a bad way. Her waist was still narrow, her bones just had a pleasant bit weight. When she smiled, dimples appeared on each of her cheeks.
"Penny!" Mrs. Weasley collected the young woman into a crushing hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."
"Hey, Mrs. Weasley," Penny said. "Wait! Hold on! You'll get flour on your clothes!"
After a good few seconds of hugging, Mrs. Weasley went to introduce us.
"This is Penny. You remember her, don't you Harry? She was only a bit ahead of you at Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw. And Penny, I'm sure you remember my kids. Then you have Harry — everyone knows him — Hermione Granger, and Percy…?"
I realized she was waiting for my last name. "Jackson."
"Percy Jackson!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Feel free to just call him Percy, since my son won't be present."
"Hi, Percy," Penny greeted me.
It felt like she might say more, but before she could Mrs. Weasley was dragging her into the other room to make sure she'd seen Bill. That started a pattern that lasted the next fifteen minutes. Wherever Bill went, his mom would bring Penny over minutes later. Fleur was left to finish dinner by herself while her mother-in-law-to-be played matchmaker with her fiance.
"At least Mum's not making it obvious," Ron said as they waited at the table, watching as Penny was led outside to follow Bill yet again.
Fleur took it better than I thought she might. She was almost scarily calm. When only a couple of dishes hadn't made it to the table yet, she suddenly turned to me.
"Percy, could you please fetch the chicken for me?" she said. "It is very heavy, so I would feel better if someone stronger than I handled it."
I didn't even bother pointing out that she levitated most of the food with magic. I felt bad that she'd gotten stuck with so much of the work, so I excused myself. "I'll be right back."
The chicken was pretty heavy, but it was nothing compared to the weight of the sky. I brought it back to the table and placed it in the middle. When I looked at my old seat, I realized what Fleur had been up to.
Each of the Weasleys had a chair that they always sat in. Bill's was a wood chair with an arched back and a chipping coat of white paint. Now, that was the only chair free. Instead of sitting in his usual seat, Bill was two chairs down, on the other side of Fleur.
Mrs. Weasley was wearing a broad frown. "Bill? Aren't you going to take your seat?"
Fleur squeezed his hand under the table.
"Percy can have it tonight," Bill said. "I thought I'd change it up for once."
He'd taken my old seat beside Ron with Fleur on the other side of him. It was clear why Mrs. Weasley was upset. She'd given Penny the chair right next to Bill's, but now Fleur was between them— and I'd be between the two girls.
I didn't mind. Plus, I was hungry. So I took the seat and started eating.
"Hello again," Penny said. "Are you a friend of Harry's?"
"I'd like to be," I said. It would make my job a whole lot easier. "I'm staying here as a transfer student."
Penny's blue eyes caught the light of the table's candles. "Oh my! Hogwarts has only taken a handful of those in the last fifty years! Where are you transferring from?"
"America."
"I've heard great things about Ilvermonry. Their Curse-Breaking programs are truly first-rate, and some of the potions they teach can only be learned there."
"Yeah," I said with fake confidence. "It's pretty cool. Their curses sure are always breaking. It's kind of their thing."
"But…" Penny hesitated. "Is it really alright for you to come here now?"
"Why? Because of Voldemort?"
Penny flinched. Ron, who must have been listening in, choked on his latest bight. Mrs. Weasley looked troubled.
"It's best not to use that name, Percy," she said in a sweet voice that didn't hide how nervous she was. "Especially now that he's back. He… He knows."
She looked worried that I wouldn't understand, but this was one concept I was actually used to.
"So he can sense his name. Got it," I said.
It wasn't something I'd seen a mortal capable of before, but I knew that names had power. By invoking them, you could invite a god's attention. The Egyptians were even more extreme, with secret names that could be used to control even their gods. Anybody who believed names didn't matter hadn't seen enough of the world.
A glum atmosphere had settled over the table. All of a sudden, everyone's small conversations had stopped.
"Another home was attacked last night," Mr. Weasley shared. "One of the men in my department was taken along with his family. The Aurors couldn't find any sign of them."
His wife cleared her throat. "I'm not sure this is the best topic for dinner—"
"They just got Karkaroff, too," Bill said. "They're speeding up. Then you have Ollivander and Fortescue from Diagon Alley…"
"The potatoes are very good, aren't they?" Mrs. Weasley said weakly.
"They even murdered Madame Bones," Harry said. "If not even she was safe, doesn't that mean they can bypass any defenses?"
"Not Hogwarts though," Ron said.
"Not Hogwarts yet," Harry countered.
"It's not just the wards they have to get past," Hermione said. "Hogwarts has Dumbledore. They wouldn't dare go up against him!"
I cut a bite of roast beef on my plate and ate it, trying not to look guilty. They had Dumbledore for now, but not much longer.
"Penny!" Mrs. Weasley said with so much urgency that the young woman flinched. "How have you been? I take it you haven't seen Percy recently."
I pointed at my chest like, I'm right here? But I quickly realized she meant her son.
"No, Mrs. Weasley," Penny admitted looking down. "We parted to focus on our careers. Since his promotion to Junior Assistant to the Minister, he's avoided fraternizing with workers below his station."
Ron let out a cough that sounded an awful lot like, "Git."
"I'm sorry to hear that dear." Mrs. Weasley was frowning like she was sorry, but there was a glint of something else in her eyes. "Does that mean you're single right now?"
"I am," Penny admitted shyly.
Mrs. Weasley looked triumphantly at Bill, who carefully did not look back at his mother. Fleur held her fork tighter.
"You will find someone lovely," Fleur told Penny. "I am certain of it. Just like I met my Bill!"
"Thank you," Penny said. "How long have you two been married?"
"Oh they're not married!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Just engaged for now."
"We will be getting married next August," Fleur said.
"Right, that's what they're planning," Mrs. Weasley said.
Penny was starting to look uncomfortable. She wasn't dumb. She could tell that she'd been caught in the middle of something bigger than her. Before she could regret coming at all, I leaned over to her.
"You've got a real wizard job, right?"
"Well, I've certainly got a job, and I think it's real," Penny said. "I work in the disposal of cursed objects. It's not the position I first had my eyes set on, but in the current climate job prospects are a bit skewed."
"Cursed objects, huh? What are those like?"
"There's lots of things," Penny said. "Sometimes it can be a pickled giant's toe, or it could be a painting. You can put a nasty curse on almost anything. Amulets are the most common. Those and rings."
"How do you break them? Just hit them with something big?"
I was picturing my half-brother Tyson with a comically huge mallet, swinging away until the evil jewelry was reduced to scraps. Penny laughed.
"We use magic of course!" she said. "Do I look like I could lift a heavy weapon?"
"You'd be surprised," I said. "Sometimes, it's the ones you least expect… until they pull a war hammer out of nowhere and try to bonk you into the underworld."
Penny kept laughing. Soon, she was proving her lack of muscles by holding out her arm and letting me squeeze it. I ended up giving her a free arm massage. The longer I squeezed her triceps and elbow the redder she got, but when I was done she took her arm back reluctantly. On the other side of me, Fleur developed a smirk. Mrs. Weasley was frowning.
People stayed around the dinner table after the food was gone and the dishes had been cleared. I got the feeling that once it got dark, nobody wanted to be alone. It was most obvious with the adults. Every minute or so, Mr. Weasley would look out the window.
If it hadn't sunk in before, I was starting to understand that these people were at war. It was a different kind from the ones I'd fought in. Monsters weren't streaming out of the Labyrinth or laying siege to Manhattan. When they came, there might only be a few of them. But they could arrive at any time and rip you out of your home. Even worse, these monsters were human. That made them clever.
As it got dark outside, Penny scooched her chair a little closer to mine. I don't think she realized she did it, but it did make me smile.
Eventually, one at a time, people went upstairs to turn in. Hermione was first. Harry and Ron went upstairs together, Harry saying that there was something he had to work on. When enough people had gone away, Fleur stood up, pulling Bill up with her.
"I am tuckered," she announced. "I believe I will be going to my room now."
"It must've been a long day of sitting at home," Ginny said.
"It was," Fleur said. "I kept very busy."
She squeezed Bill's hand.
As Fleur walked toward the stairs and her fiancé started to follow, Mrs. Weasley said, "Bill, help me handle the dishes."
He listened to his mother, the two of them disappearing into the kitchen. I saw Ginny looking eagerly at Fleur, hoping to see her blow up, but Fleur was unusually calm. She smiled and turned to Penny.
"Will you be staying the night?" she asked.
"Well, if it's no bother," Penny said tentatively, glancing at the darkened windows.
"None at all!" Mr. Weasley said amicably. "In fact, I'd recommend it. Not good to be out at night these days."
"You can stay in my room," Fleur told Penny. "Do not worry about waking me when you arrive. I am a shallow sleeper."
Aphrodite would've been proud of the sashay of Fleur's hips as she climbed the stairs. Apparently the happier she was, the more sultry she became. I just couldn't figure out what had her in such a good mood.
Once the dishes were done Mrs. Weasley invented three more minor chores for Bill, keeping him downstairs until she was certain Fleur was gone. When he finally came back, I joined him going upstairs. Penny came with us so that Bill could show her the room she'd be staying in.
When it was time for us to leave Penny on the second floor, she smiled and twirled some of her blond hair around one finger.
"It was nice to meet you, Percy," she said.
"You too," I said. "If you ever move on to using hammers for your job, tell your boss I want a commission for coming up with the idea."
She giggled.
As Bill and I climbed up to the third floor, I noticed him giving me a look of respect.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you always that popular with the ladies?" he asked.
"It's not like I'm trying to flirt," I said. "It just kind of happens. Besides, should you be saying that? I've seen your fiance."
"Fleur is the best," he said.
Just from hearing his tone, I could tell his family's ploys to lure him away were done for. That was love, not just a passing crush.
By the time we'd taken turns changing and brushing our teeth I was ready for bed, but the day had one last surprise in store.
Bill had extinguished the light he conjured with his wand, and I was lying on my mattress on the floor when we heard a knock. Bill groaned, already half-asleep.
"Can you get that?" he moaned.
I stood up and padded over to the door. When I opened it, I was forced to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from gaping.
Fleur Delacour stood on the other side in a nightdress, and even calling it that felt like misinformation. The blue fabric was so thin that I could see her hourglass body straight through it. Her perfect breasts stuck forward, stiff pink nipples clearly visible. You could even see the shape of her pussy lips framed as a silhouette in the light.
I forced myself to look her in the eyes, which Fleur seemed surprised I was capable of.
"Bill?" I said. "It's for you!"
He cursed and scrambled out of bed.
"Fleur?" he asked urgently. "What are you doing?"
"You, soon," Fleur declared shamelessly before turning to me. "Percy, you would not mind exchanging rooms for one night, would you? I believe it would be best for all parties."
"As long as this doesn't get me kicked out of the house… Sure? Why not?"
"I'll put up silencing charms," Bill told me with a blush to match his hair. "My parents won't hear a thing."
He grabbed Fleur and pulled her inside before anyone else could see her outfit. The hem of her nightdress fluttered arousingly high as she giggled and clung to him.
"Penny did not bring a change of clothes," Fleur said as I left the room in a hurry. "So I loaned her some of my best. I hope you enjoy them."
She turned to Bill right after, and I shut the door before I ended up peeping on accident. Before I took more than ten steps I could hear the messy kisses beginning. I really hoped they remembered that silencing magic because I was not in the mood to see Mrs. Weasley go nuclear.
I retraced my steps back to the second floor. Fortunately, I didn't run into anyone else. My knuckles wrapped on the door.
"Who is it?" Penny asked.
"Me. I assume Fleur explained her plan?"
"Oh. Come in. But… do it with your eyes closed? Please?"
I thought about asking why, but I didn't really want to stand in the hallway longer than necessary. I was ninety-six percent confident that Penny wasn't trying to ambush me for insulting her muscles earlier, so I did as she asked without worrying.
She was right on the other side of the door. As soon as I entered, she grabbed my hands and guided me to the bed. If she was insisting that I be blind, at least she was treating me like it.
As soon as I was sitting down I heard her footsteps and the door swinging shut.
"What's wrong?" I asked. "What's so terrible here that I can't see?"
"Well it's just… Fleur was very persuasive earlier, and I kind of got talked along with things. But then she left, and I started to have doubts about just what I was doing. And just what I'm wearing…"
"Penny, I'm opening my eyes."
"What? Don't!"
I sighed. "Fleur dressed you up, right? I saw what she was wearing, so I have some idea. But you don't need to be embarrassed. No matter what it is, I'm sure you look great."
"But that's— You can't…" Penny's voice trailed off. "Okay. Open them."
My sight returned. The room had windows that were letting in enough moonlight to see by. Penny was standing next to the door with her arms crossed in nothing but underwear. And the underwear didn't even fit right.
It was all from Fleur, meaning the bra was a size too big and kept sliding down Penny's cleavage. Her tummy had a couple of rolls to it that looked perfect to grab onto. Down at her waist, Penny's thick thighs were making the panties strain. Her vulva peeked out around the edges, blond hair spilling from the top of it.
"Don't stare," Penny murmured.
"Looks uncomfortable," I said.
"You wouldn't believe the way it's chaffing!" I think Penny was glad to have someone to vent to. "Fleur sounded so confident that I ended up agreeing, but do men even like things like this?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh." Penny froze. She looked away, then slowly peeked back at me. "Do… Do you like it?"
"Loads. But if it's uncomfortable, it'll have to come off. I can help with that."
"Thank you—" Penny blushed. "Wait!"
I gave her my friendliest smile, the one that had melted more than a few immortal hearts over the years. Penny chewed her lip. Slowly, she crossed the room to stand in front of me.
"Don't just look…" she said, her head turned to the side.
Penny squawked as my hands landed on her lower back. I pulled her close, kissing her tummy right on the belly button.
"Hey! That's not what you said!"
Penny didn't seem like she minded, though. She was jutting her stomach forward for me to kiss easier. To keep her from getting impatient, my hands pushed down her panties. They were really on there tight. It took me thirty seconds to finally stretch them over her thick thighs.
When they fell away onto the floor, I moved my face lower.
"Wait! It's not clean!" Penny protested. "It's— Ooooh. Oh!"
Her moan turned into a yelp as I pulled her into the air. It was easy for me to lift someone as short as her even with no leverage. Penny's feet dangled next to my hips as I pushed my tongue into her from below.
Gravity pushed her pussy against my face, helping me reach the deep parts. I ran my tongue over everything but her clit, leaving that for later as I traced her folds. My pants strained as a throbbing erection stretched against them. Penny let out a long chain of cooing moans.
"Put me down," she moaned. "I must be heavy. I'm not a student anymore."
My only answer was to lick harder. I could taste her arousal like salty nectar. Getting into it, I chose to stand up, lifting her so high that her head almost bumped the ceiling.
"Percy…" Penny moaned.
She was only getting louder. She arched her back, grinding her crotch down on my face. I kept licking for at least five minutes, feeling her get more wet by the second. Without any sort of warning, I finally went after her clit.
The instant my tongue touched the coarse skin, Penny screamed. Her thighs constricted, squeezing me with strength that convinced me she definitely could use a warhammer for her job if she had to.
"I'm cumming!" Penny yelled.
I could tell, because it was already inside my mouth.
Her climax was pretty extreme. So much spewed out that I couldn't catch it all in my mouth. Streams ran down my cheeks and dripped from my chin. I held Penny on top of me a few seconds longer, lapping up what I could, then dropped her on the bed.
She landed with a bounce that shook her bust. Her expression was noticeably dazed. My tongue had left her seeing stars. I smiled, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Before joining her on the bed I hauled off my shirt. I pushed my shorts down a second later. Before I could ditch my boxers, Penny hauled herself to the edge of the bed and grabbed the fabric with both hands.
"Since you helped with mine, it's only fair," she said, shooting glances at the outline of my erection.
She had to pull hard to get my boxers past my cock. As soon as she did it sprung out, nearly hitting her in the face. Penny gasped, her eyes meeting at the bridge of her nose to focus on my cockhead.
"To be this size… Did you do something to it?" she asked. "Engorgement charms aren't healthy! Extended use causes a lack of circulation—" she paused to rub her face on my shaft "—and can lead to impotence and—" she pushed her lips up and smooched the purple skin of my glans "long-term health issues!"
"Penny?" I said.
She looked up, already kissing my cock again, which made it hard to take the grave look in her eyes seriously.
"This is all natural. So enjoy it as much as you want."
Penny shivered. She opened her lips and wrapped them around me. She sucked on my tip, licking me all over inside her mouth. Her head descended slowly, moving until I hit her throat. She pulled back and slid down again, the sounds of her sucking surrounding us. I groaned, then put my hands to work.
They slipped around to Penny's back, unlatching her borrowed bra. Her breasts were allowed to breathe as I tossed it aside. In her excitement, Penny relaxed her throat, driving down to new territory. She couldn't get past the halfway mark of my shaft, but she moved quickly enough that it was hard to care.
It's difficult to explain but Penny gave oral like she studied how. She kept doing this trick with her tongue that felt like it was spelling letters— the sort of thing that was straight out of a sex tips book. I got the feeling she'd practiced on toys. Every once in a while, when my cock throbbed, I could see it catch her off-guard.
Penny fondled my balls while she sucked. She was on her knees on the edge of the bed, bending forward to get her mouth on my cock. Whenever stray hairs fell toward her face, I delicately brushed them aside. Penny seemed to enjoy these touches just as much as the feeling of my cock in her mouth.
Leaving one hand on my balls, she moved the other onto my shaft, using it to make up for the parts her lips couldn't reach. Just as she was finding her groove, she froze.
A chain of what sounded like horrifically vulgar French leaked under the door. Just one English phrase was mixed in: "Fuck me!" Occasionally, I caught the name Bill as well. Penny's fingers unconsciously tugged at my balls, and combined with the sounds in my ears, I couldn't hold back.
"Cumming!"
My warning jolted Penny back to the moment. She briefly panicked, unsure what to do, and ended up pulling back. That kept my load from spilling into her mouth, but it did mean that the load splashed across her face, giving her a messy facial.
She sat there blinking, my cum running down her pretty face. She licked around her lips, then recoiled from the bitter taste.
"Sorry," I apologized. "Here."
There was a tall glass of water left out on Fleur's bedside table. I summoned half of it. The water ran across Penny's face like a caressing hand, washing away the grime. It even cleaned out the inside of her mouth, leaving her as good as new. When it was done, Penny gasped.
"What spell was that?"
"Defacialization Maximus. Haven't you heard of it?"
"That's not a real—"
Penny stopped short. We both looked to the ceiling, where rough thumps had joined Fleur's moans. It was becoming clear that Bill's room was directly above this one, which explained how the noise was getting in. I really hoped that meant their silencing magic only blocked noise in certain directions and not that they forgot to cast it at all.
"They're very… into it," Penny said.
I lifted her up and climbed onto the bed, placing her in the middle on her back. The way she squeaked as I set her down was cute.
"Should we see if we can get even louder?" I asked.
"Oh, I can't make noises like that!" Penny said. "I never have before. Not even close."
"You've also never slept with me before."
My body was resting on top of her, and as I spoke, I pushed my penis inside. Unlike when she was sucking on it, Penny's pussy took the entire thing.
"Uhn!" she moaned sharply. Her back came up from the bed, pushing her tits against my chest.
"It sounds like your voice is working to me," I said.
My back stretched as I lifted and drove my pelvis down. Each thrust forced a noise out of Penny's throat, and every noise was louder than the last one. She gave up on covering her mouth, bending her arms back and clutching the sheets for support.
The power in my thrusts started to shake the bed. It rattled back and forth, making a sound identical to the one above us. Penny's rising moans challenged Fleur's. I was sure they could hear us.
"Ahhh! Ah! Yes, Percy! Fuck me Percy! Ahh!"
My name rolled naturally off Penny's tongue. I was surprised at first, until I realized that was her ex's name too. This was his old room. Nobody in the house liked to talk about him, but from the stories I'd heard, he turned his back on his family for a promotion at his government job. I'd never met the guy, but it was pretty obvious that even before he dumped her, he'd never been able to treat Penny like this.
I dropped onto my side, rolling Penny over so that I was behind her. I lifted her leg up, thrusting faster while biting her nape. Penny planted a hand on my hip as she was fucked. She hurled her head back, wailing the way she hadn't known she could. Her breasts were shaking on her chest. Each time I thrusted, her thick thighs jiggled from the recoil.
Our sex only spurred on the couple above us. Fleur's angelic voice was spitting out obscenities like an auctioneer who stubbed their toe. A crack sounded, followed by a sharper moan. That could only have been one thing.
"Penny," I whispered right into the air. "Can you handle it rougher?"
"Do whatever you want!" Penny wailed.
I rolled us over again. This time, I put Penny on her knees with her ass raised. Still inside of her, I summoned the rest of the water from the glass I used before.
Strength surged through me. I brought my flat hand down on one of her cheeks. It sunk in, leaving behind a big red print. Penny's back arched and a scream escaped her lips. That spank had been twice as loud as the one from the other couple, and I followed it up by fucking her at almost double the speed I'd been going over.
"S-S-Something's hap-p-penning," Penny moaned.
I could feel it too. She was about to climax again. Except this time, her whole body was tensing up from the way she was being fucked. Arousal clung to my cock as it plunged in and out of her. I held her hips, speeding up for one final burst, and Penny couldn't handle it.
"NGOOOOOOOOOHHHH!"
The scream barely sounded human. Everything erupted between her legs, and I barely pulled out in time to keep from pulling a Zeus. As my cum rained down on her back, Penny squirted a fierce clear stream all over the bed.
For a moment everything was quiet. Penny was gasping to get her breath back. I was letting her recover, basking in the afterglow of a really good orgasm. And above us, Fleur and Bill had stopped entirely. The noise Penny just made was enough to make even those nymphomaniacs pause.
I rubbed her hips with my thumbs, remembering how much she enjoyed delicate little touches. "See? I told you that you had it in you."
Penny rolled over onto her side. Her legs were shaking after just one round, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn't done yet.
Neither were our counterparts. They started again, Fleur screaming twice as loud this time. As we made eye contact, Penny nodded. I mounted her.
It wasn't until the early hours of morning that quiet finally fell, Penny's nude body cuddled against my chest. Bill and Fleur had lasted longer in the end, but I thought we put on the better show.
I drifted off, Penny's golden hair scattered across my bicep. That night, I dreamed of a hundred wands spewing seawater at the same time. But for some reason, when they did, it was accompanied by the noises Penny made each time she squirted.
That felt like a win-win to me.