Laughing, she turned onto her side, facing Harry so she could walk her fingers up his arm, watching the path they took. "You know, I think I prefer being called sparkly and glowy to pyro," she teased, although she sort of deserved it at that point. Thank god her mother and father weren't here or they'd both have their own version of shit fits over this and probably try to ground her or something.

As it was, she was going to have a hard time explaining it to Marshall.

"The cop was nice," she said absently, closing her eyes. "Nicer than I thought a cop could be."