Harry was a little stunned.
Standing in the doorway was Romilda Vane, who had joined the Quidditch team the year before last. Big eyes, black hair-a pretty girl who looked very outgoing.
She had technically joined the year before last, but the inter-house Quidditch competition had been suspended that year, and Harry had spent all his time on the Triwizard Tournament, so he had barely interacted with her. It was only last year, after Quidditch matches resumed, that he had first really crossed paths with her.
This girl-how should he put it?
She made absolutely no secret of her interest in Harry.
In theory, Harry should have been used to that by now.
After all, there were far more than a few girls at Hogwarts who felt that way now. Harry knew of several himself, including his best mate Ron's sister, Ginny.
But although practically everyone knew Ginny liked Harry-she was, after all, the head of the school's Harry Potter fan club-she actually made very little show of it in front of him.
Romilda, however, hid nothing.
On the very first day of Quidditch practice last year, she had tried every possible way to get close to Harry. Even when the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet were slandering him in every way imaginable, her interest in him had not diminished in the slightest.
Honestly, Harry had been a little touched at the time.
Then, when R.B. was formed afterward, he had specifically told Hermione not to invite her (Dog Author's snark: deeply moved, but rejected her anyway)...
Yes, exactly.
Harry might have been touched, but they absolutely could not invite her.
Having her on the Quidditch team was one thing, but if she started turning up at R.B. meetings too, who knew whether Qiu might get the wrong