"In your pants pocket!" she called, circling the kitchen table. She froze for all of a beat at the strangely raunchy and wicked grin now coming from her lover. She twittered out a mortified giggle. "I meant the wand in your back pocket! Not the wand in your...." With a quick glance down at his crotch and all while blushing furiously, Audrey snatched up her purse from where it had somehow ended up just under the kitchen table and barely in her sightline. Harry smirked at the thought of how it was so like Percy, to invoke a piece of shit Swedish car and use it as a pet name for his fianceé; the smile was gone in the next second when he heard a yowl, followed by a blur of orange fur dashing through the lower half of the swinging front door.