Rachelle climbed out of the shower and dressed quickly.

"Charlie has had a very hard life. I never realized it before. I thought that he was just another stuck-up person who didn't care about anyone but himself when he told me he wanted to be home as soon as possible. I never for a moment thought that it was because he wanted to fix things with his mum! I should have thought better of him." Rachelle unwrapped her hair from the towel and stared at her reflection in the small mirror. "Does Charlie like me? He seemed to really open up to me on the way here. he tole me about his family and all about what they do. More importantly, do I like Charlie? He's nice and funny, and he really seems to care about his family. I hope that once we get to his home, his parents don't think that I'm his girlfriend or something. That would be bad..."

Rachelle's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the doorl.

"I'm almost finished! she called. Rachelle knew that Charlie had been waiting for a shower to rinse off the grime of traveling, and she hoped she hadn't used all the hot water. Rachelle quickly ran a comb through her almost waist-length hair and turned to the door.

Rachelle opened the door to Charlie. She quickly apologized for taking so long, and slipped past him into the heart of the camp.

"She smells really good. It must be her shampoo...STOP! You can not think like this! You have absolutely not business thinking like this! She most likely has a husband back wherever she lives that loves her a ton, so you can just stop thinking about what it would be like to date her, kiss her, or even marry her!"

Charlie knocked all thoughts out of his mind as he turned on the scalding water. He knew when he met her that she was different, but he didn't think that he would be falling in love with her.

Rachelle watched Charlie emerge from the bath house, his hair dripping wet and hanging in his eyes.

"He's so handsome! I hope he lies the supper I made for us. It's not much, but maybe he'll like it because I made it... NO! You can't think like this! He won't care. Just because he said that he's not married doesn't mean that he doesn't have a girlfriend that he loves. I just need to stop thinking!"

Charlie walked into the cook tent that they set up. He was wearing a pair of Muggle jeans and no shirt. Rachelle couldn't help but think about how masculine he was. His low voice cut into her train of thought.

"What's for dinner? And is there anything that I need to help with?"

"What... oh! Dinner. I made some stew. I hope you like it." She turned to grab some bowls from the box behind her, but he beat her to it. She ladled the hot liquid, chunks of meat, and vegetables into the bowls in front of her. Charlie scanned both of her hands for rings, but mainly her left.

There was a small ring on her right hand ring finger, but it wasn't what Charlie thought an engagement or wedding ring would look like. The ring had the Hufflepuff house emblem on it. He guessed that she really cared about her Hogwarts house.

They ate in silence for a moment or two before Charlie struck up conversation.

"Do you work at St. Mungos?"

"Most of the time, yes, but I was specifically picked to come work with this program.

Charlie nodded. his left hand rubbing his burnt arm as if it itched.

"Does that hurt? Here, let me help you with that."

Rachelle got up and sat down on the bench next to Charlie. Her hands nimbly rubbed his arm. She stopped talking and looked up into his blue eyes.