Finally, Snape had to take Celeste home. They called a cab and Celeste went home. Snape waved at her until she disappeared into her apartment at Honeydukes. She went up in the elevator, and then when she opened the door, she saw Charlene sitting on her bed, jiggling her foot impatiently.

"Where were you?" she snapped.

"Oh," said Celeste, feeling herself blush again. "I was at Severus's house."

"Severus's house?" said Charlene, her eyes widening. "Did you make out? Did he make you dinner?" Her eyes almost reminded Celeste of a surprised house-elf's, the way that they widened almost to the size of dinner plates at her next question. "Oh…I know…did you sleep with him?"

"Did I…what?" said Celeste thickly.

"You know what I mean, Celeste," said Charlene slyly. "You know, you were at his house all night. I can tell by your face you two did something." She grinned widely at Celeste.

Celeste caught onto what Charlene was saying and felt herself go red. "No, Charlene, I-I didn't even sleep in his room. I-I slept in the guestroom." Celeste was guilty about lying, but she didn't want Charlene on her case, even if they liked to tell each other everything. This was her secret.

"You slept in the guestroom?" said Charlene incredulously. "Are you, like, a total wallflower? What did he say?" She looked at Celeste as though she knew there was a falsehood here.

"H-he didn't mind," said Celeste. "I-I…umm…you see, he doesn't have a double bed."

"Anyway, if you didn't sleep with him, then did you at least make out with him, Celeste?" asked Charlene, looking as though she feared the answer and didn't exactly want to know.

"I…umm…well, we kissed a bit," Celeste admitted. Then, suddenly, she had this strong desire to show her roommate that she wasn't a total wallflower. She would show Charlene she wasn't stupid. "A-And know what else? We also French-kissed, Charlene. I just knew he liked my French…"

"French-kissing?" said Charlene dully. "Big deal, Celeste, big deal." She rolled her eyes and lay back on her bed. "I'll have you know what we really did last night, you know that?"

"What did you really do last night?" said Celeste, in spite of herself.

"Let's just say I wasn't entirely with GIRLfriends," Charlene said. "Oh, yeah…they came right into our hotel room, and, I can tell you, we had a bit of a good time with them, you know. If you had even been there, though, Celeste, I don't think that you would even have gotten in bed!"

"You GOT in bed?" said Celeste. "W-with who?"

"Some guys." Charlene shrugged. "My friends knew them. I met one I really like, and he doesn't have any girlfriend or anything…well, now he does." She laughed.

Celeste was getting worried. "Charlene…you got in bed with a guy you hardly know?"

"Yes."

"Well…that's…that's not good," Celeste said helplessly. "I mean…what if something happened? What if you got some sort of disease or something? What if you got PREGNANT?"

"Hey…" Charlene looked at Celeste weirdly. "I didn't say we…"

"Don't wanna hear it!" Celeste screeched. "Unlike you, Charlene, I believe in getting to know somebody before I get in bed with them, and I think it's TACTLESS how you didn't."

"Well, you're not my parents, Celeste," Charlene snapped. "I don't think you can tell me what I should or shouldn't do. I'm a big girl now, and I have my own conscience to annoy me. You just don't need to help it along in its ways. I think I'd prefer it if you just stayed out of my business."

"Fine, then I'll stay out of your business," Celeste said. "I don't want to hear about it anyway."

"You know what?" Charlene said. "I'm not going to stay here at night anymore. Maybe I will, someday, but I don't think so, somehow. I'll tell you if I'm going to stay here overnight."

"Charlene…" Celeste pleaded. And then she scowled. "Fine. I don't care."