"Of course I do," she insisted as he led her through the crowd of emotional people. Touching a man's penis was reserved for his wife, or in Elsie's case, a woman he dearly loved. Although Penny hadn't known what her leg touched or why it existed then, the circumstances surrounding why it existed at all were, in fact, her fault.

Penny looked at their clasped hands and back towards the floo. Suddenly, the thought of having to separate herself from him had the anxiety clawing back up her throat. Her grip tightened around his fingers, nearly crushing them in her panic. "You'll be right behind me?" She managed to get out, though how she didn't know.