Dora watched Charlie leave the room, and pondered for a moment whether she should follow him. The thought was very tempting, first the potion, she thought to herself.
She drank the disgusting stuff, a cold chill running through her as the potion went down.
She ran her fingers through her hair, and stood up. Sober the thought of following Charlie - though extremly tempting, was tempered by the thought of Teddy waiting at home for her.
Time to go before I decide to let my libido do my thinking. She walked into the hallway, looking up the stairs before Disapparating home.