Surprisingly, it wasn't Louis who caught Maeve kissing another boy. It was actually Rose, and she definitely had a lot to say about it.

"Maeve, you cannot string along Louis like that! He may seem like a player - actually, he kind of is - but he likes you! Maybe he doesn't love you, but there's something between you two!"

Maeve sulked as Rose lectured her. "I don't see why you care so much. I don't mean to string him along. It just happens. Whenever I see him, I just start flirting. Besides, he flirts too! He literally has his own fan club, so how do I know what's real or not?"

"Louis was eventually going to stop playing around," Rose stated. "He may flirt and such, but he always goes on about how he just wants to find the one. Every Christmas, he always jokes about one of us gifting him a soulmate, but I think he means it - and I ought to know because he's my bloody git of a cousin."

Maeve pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Well, I don't want to get his hopes up. Perhaps, I'll go talk to him right now and set him straight."

Rose's eyes widened at her suggestion. She quickly shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea. It's a little weird to be doing that now. Do it on the weekend when he's alone, so you don't embarrass him."

"I don't think he'd ever be embarrassed by me setting the situation right. He can easily get another girl."

Rose sighed. "That may be, but that girl won't be his soulmate. Maeve, didn't you know that veelas imprint on one special person in their life? That person becomes their soulmate and the veela will always want to be near them."

"Are you suggesting I'm his soulmate?" Maeve asked.

Rose shrugged. "I certainly wouldn't mind. You're the best girl he's flirted with. Plus, you're my friend and I actually like you. Other girls fall for his veela charm and the fact that he's related to Harry Potter."

"I don't care who he's related to," said Maeve before she covered her mouth. "Forget I said that. I didn't mean anything by that."

Rose raised an eyebrow. "I think you like him."

Maeve gnawed at her bottom lip. "Do I like him?" she questioned.

"I think you do, Maeve."