Harry Potter: [Harry knocks on the door of Professor Slughorn's room] I'm sorry, sir. I wouldn't bother you if it weren't essential.
Ron Weasley: Where's Romilda?
Horace Slughorn: What's the matter with Wenby?
Harry Potter: [Whispers] Very powerful love potion.
Horace Slughorn: Very well. Better bring him in. I'd have thought you could have whipped up a remedy for this in no time, Harry.
Harry Potter: I'd have thought that this called for a more practised hand, sir.
Ron Weasley: [Ron wraps his arms around Professor Slughorn and looks at him romantically] Hello Darling. Fancy a drink?
Horace Slughorn: Perhaps you're right.