Betina/Maria
Well, if it's anything like mum's romance novels describe... I sneak a peak in them sometimes when she's not paying attention.
But I don't think it's really wise for me to think about such things while I'm standing in the royal kitchens. I mean everybody has gone home for the evening, but I'm elbow deep in chocolate right now and all I keep thinking about is Seamus Finnigan's likely ripped abdomen glistening under the kitchen lights, and him wrestling me down like I'm a threat to Neville's well being.