Ronnie sat at her table, her potion ready but all she needed was a partner. She felt helpless. "I'm dead awful at potions..." she said to herself. Hopefully, a Polyjuice potion would work out for her. It doesn't seem that hard, it just probably tastes disgusting. She remembered hearing about her great grandfather Ron Weasley taking a Polyjuice potion in his second year, and her great grandma Hermione Granger taking it too and turning into a cat. She'd heard all about that, and she found herself giggling at the thought of her Great Grandmother as a cat. She then looked around, and waited for a partner. Everyone seemed to have one. She hoped someone, no matter what age, would come up to her and partner up with her.