Truth be told, Penny was rather reluctant to speak in person about whatever it was that happened between a man and a woman. She was still mortified over having forced Nemo into such a position (so much so that the pair had barely spoken in the week since coming home from Paris) and terrified as to what it meant. Their friendship was the most dependable relationship Penny had in her life and now ... now it might not exist as it was anymore. Already, Penny was beginning to fear it wouldn't exist at all.

She couldn't let the subject rest as she ought to have, though. Penny was like a dog with a bone when faced with information she didn't yet know. It became an obsession, an itch that had to be scratched lest she combust. That Elsie knew was both surprising and not at all, seeing as the quiet Gryffindor seemed to know everything about anything. Or, at least, that was what Penny liked to believe.

"It was perfectly innocent, I promise," Penny explained, her cheeks bright with embarrassment. Cook and Cassandra were both, blessedly, out of the house at present. Still, Penny tucked the book into her dress' hidden pocket and tugged her friend down to the workshop. The maids couldn't always be trusted. "We were very drunk, too drunk to manage our portkey, and stayed in an inn." Where they pretended to be a married couple. Merlin! What the bloody hell were they thinking?! "Nothing happened. I swear it."