"Shit, I was kind of hoping you'd say somewhere around an eight." Molly said, leaning across to reach for a beer. Gripping the towel tightly at the top to avoid anything going awry, Molly straightened and looked at Harry flushing. Huh, that was new? Was he flushing because of her or the alcohol? "They're your wards, I might have bumped them up a little bit. I felt a disturbance in the force so I kind of whacked them up. So, what do you think happened? What do you think I did wrong?"

Molly opened the beer, taking a mouthful with a pleased little sigh.