Takes place during Chapter 11 of Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince


Romilda was sitting in the stands with Anna, Pearl and the rest of her friends watching the Quidditch trials. They were having a great time heckling everyone trying out and taking the opportunity to admire the Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

"Oh, doesn't he look so handsome in his Quidditch gear?" sighed Anna dreamily, not taking her eyes off Harry. With the hungry way she was staring, one would have thought he was a chocolate ice cream sundae on a blisteringly hot summers day.

"Way to state the obvious, Anna! When doesn't he look handsome?" Romilda answered. "It should be illegal to look that good in scarlet and gold." The other girls nodded enthusiastically in agreement, looking a lot like nodding dogs.

They focused on the Quidditch trials for a moment while Cormac McLaggen was trying out for Keeper. His boasts were not empty ones, and he played very well, saving four penalties. Romilda thought this was a shame as she would have dearly loved to have seen him brought down a peg or two. Just at that moment, she got her wish. On the last one, to the surprise and bemusement of everybody watching, McLaggen shot off in entirely the wrong direction. His score stayed at 4 out of 5 penalties, and the crowd had laughed, and some even booed as he furiously stomped off towards the stands. Romilda laughed and booed the loudest, positively delighted.

"What on Earth was he doing? He had played so well up to that point," said Pearl, still looking gobsmacked.

"Who cares?" replied Romilda, grinning. Next up was a very nervous looking Ron Weasley, who surprised them all by how well he played as he saved all five penalties and earned his place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Everyone cheered, except of course Cormac McLaggen. He was too busy storming up to Harry Potter and having what looked to be a pretty heated conversation. It didn't go the way Cormac had wanted it to, and Harry stood his ground very well, Romilda noted proudly. She smirked as she watched McLaggen storm away.

As her friends got ready to head back to the school, Romilda gazed once more at Harry. Everything she had seen today just made her want him even more. It was like she'd received a rather large dose of a love potion. That was when the lightbulb in her head started to shine so bright it could rival a lighthouse. A love potion, she would give him a love potion. She suddenly remembered the First Love Beguiling Bubbles that she had bought from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, just in case. It was currently in her dorm. She giggled to herself. My God, she was a genius.