We don't sleep at night.

We don't sleep at- oh, Hell's Bells. This was bad. This was bad.

I stood up off the couch, holding the pentacle amulet out in front of me.

It hadn't worked before, but I didn't have much. Oh, hell. Oh, hell.

"... Oh, trust me, there's nothing cherry flavored here."

How the hell did she not pull away from the pentacle? How the hell-

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Different universe, different magic, different rules, Harry, you idiot, you said that. You said it to yourself and you said it to Molly.

And now you've invited her into the damn house, you idiot.

I kept the pentacle out in front of me, desperately channeling my faith into it once again.

Not that I really thought it would accomplish much, but I was a little strapped for options.