Later that same night, two figures secretly met in one of the dark corners of Hogwarts.
"I've been waiting for you," she said impatiently. "Don't make me wait."
He sighed. "Don't be so dramatic."
Rosalind and Owen exchanged meaningful glances. "So?" he finally asked. "Did you get what you wanted?"
A slight smile appeared on her face. "Yes. Although I'm not sure if our plan turned out exactly how we wanted. Did you manage to figure it out from her?"
Owen shook his head. "Not really, no… I mean, she was in the Hospital Wing, but—"
"If she was at the Hospital Wing, then she saw us," Rosalind interrupted him. "I made sure to make a very big spectacle. You know,thinking about it now, I'm almost sure I even know where she was hiding. Although I admit I was less focused on finding her at that moment, I was occupied with other things—"
"I don't need the details," Owen was fast to cut her off, a hint of distaste in his voice.
Rosalind smiled. "Don't pretend it doesn't intrigue you even a little," she said with a chuckle.
"Forgive me, you know I have nothing against you, but anything James Thompson does in bed doesn't interest me in the slightest," he said with disdain.
They were silent for a moment. Then Rosalind said, "Did you see that she drank a little sip as well?"
Owen tried to maintain a neutral tone. "Yes."
"Not what we had planned, but maybe we can spin it to your advantage. Are you going to do something about it?"
Owen sighed. "I've told you already, it wasn't why I was in on it. I just need them to stay away from each other. They encourage each other to do all this stupid shit that could keep me away from my goals. I need this year to be perfect if I want to be—"
"Next Minister of Magic, yeah, yeah…" Rosalind finished his sentence for him with an eye roll.
His eyes darkened. "It's easy for you to say it so dismissively… with your family name, any position you'd want, you'd get."
"Look, all I'm saying is, You don't have to pretend you're not interested in her. She's actually quite pretty, even I have to admit. She just doesn't put in enough effort."
"That's not the point," he insisted again.
Rosalind sighed. "Fine, you don't have to admit anything to me. But if you ever dreamed of getting into her one-size-too-large skirt, this is your chance…" She ignored the annoyed look Owen gave her, and changed the subject. "When did you see her?"
"I think at about nine." He said, choosing not to respond to what she said earlier.
"And? did she act like a bitch in heat?"
Owen shrugged. "Not in front of me, at least."
Rosalind pondered. "Well, They say it takes longer for the potion to affect women…" She shrugged. "By the way, if you're interested… I have some extras—"
"I would never choose to lose control like that," Owen said. "It's embarrassing."
"Maybe. But it's also fun." Rosalind smiled. "Well, if you change your mind, you can always let me know."
Owen shook his head. Rosalind always acted like such an evil genius when talking about potions. After another few seconds of silence, he added, "Make sure to keep him distracted, okay?"
"Don't worry about that," she smiled. "He's all mine."