While that very snowball fight was taking place, Snape and Celeste were standing out in the snowy front yard to Hogwarts. They were standing there, looking at each other awkwardly.
"That was…was fun," Celeste said in a small voice (they had just been on another date).
"It was," said Snape. He felt he should kiss her or something, but he couldn't think how. Should he just, like, corner her on a wall or something? "Celeste, you're…you're really a wonderful woman."
"I…umm…"
"It's okay," said Snape and suddenly he knew what to do. He grabbed her in his arms, held her close, and she looked up at him. Snape knew they weren't going to kiss now, they had only known each other for one day, and maybe not even that. He knew Sirius and Meg kissed a lot, but they had known each other for over thirteen years. Now when Snape thought of them he smiled. He was totally over Meg.
"You're great, too," said Celeste, slowly detaching herself from Snape. Snape was actually glad; that sort of thing was built for kissing or crying, and when neither was happening it was quite awkward. "I've never known a Potions Master before."
Snape smiled. "What about the one from Beouxbatons?"
"She said making potions couldn't be taught," said Celeste, rolling her eyes. "She told us it was something we had to find in our hearts. We had to find something she called the 'eye of the potion'. She said if we didn't know how to make the potion without somebody telling it, then we didn't have it and never would, and it was utter nonsense, you know, but…" Celeste giggled. "Anyway, what I meant was that you're the only real Potions Master this woman's ever met."
"Yeah well…" Snape shrugged. "Nice seeing you, Celeste. I've got to be leaving now."
"Oh, no, stay!" Celeste cried. "You're the only one who's ever…never mind. Just…before you go…" It was quite surprising to Snape. Celeste smiled. "Have a good one." She blew a kiss with her hand and then laughed, even though she didn't sound very happy. Snape couldn't understand why, seeing as he had had very much of a good time with her and thought she felt the same way. He couldn't ask her, though, so he just watched her walk away before thinking of something.
Maybe it was more she wanted! He pulled out his wand and conjured a little slip of paper and a pencil, on which he wrote his address. He wanted her to have it. Maybe that would cheer her up.
She was almost out of sight. "Celeste…wait!"
"Huh?" Celeste said, turning, a hopeful look on her innocently pretty face.
"My address," Snape said, handing it to her.
She looked crestfallen. Snape didn't know why…but if this wasn't it, he wasn't going to try and sort it out some more. He just smiled at her and she smiled at him, and then the two of them left, Snape still feeling confused, Celeste staring at the little piece of paper Snape had given her.
Snape's first real relationship had begun.