"Unbelievable" she muttered under her breath and slammed the letter onto her desk. "Who'd you pay?" She spat angrily, whirling around to face the tall muscular brunette behind her. "This is impossible, I'm ten times the chaser you are." Venom practically dripped from her words and her face twisted in an ugly display of scorn and displeasure.

"I didn't pay anyone McKay." The brunette's voice sounded tired and his slouch was one of lazy assertiveness over the much smaller blonde.

"Don't lie to me Davies." Her retort was even and icy. Davies approached her, and wrapped a large hand around her bicep, and ran the other down her shoulder in an awkwardly comforting fashion. He leaned down his breath fanning the girls face as he spoke quietly.

"Maybe Flitwick doesn't trust your leadership skills, not your chasing skills." He kissed below her ear, trailing down to her collarbone. She stood still, letting him touch her, but not reciprocating.

"Roger..." She warned before trailing off as he grabbed her hips, lifting her onto the desk.

"Aislin." He growled, dropping down in front of her, a hand on her thigh as he stated up into her blue eyes, his own shining with desire. She glared down at him, unceremoniously grabbing his hand off her thigh and dropping it with a thud onto the desk. Aislin stood and sneered at him. Walking across the room away from him, she paused at the door and yanked it open angrily.

"Out." She stated simply, an eyebrow raised cockily, begging for him to refuse her request. In defeat the other Ravenclaw exited into the lit hallway, turning back towards the door, mouth open, as if to speak but his words were cut off by the loud slam of a door closing in his face.

The blonde girl behind it smiled in an oddly triumphant way as she scanned the room, the air was cold and stiff, and seemed to hang motionless as if to deprive all who entered of the essential oxygen it contained. The walls were a conflicting shade of beige, a warm color who's vibrancy was sucked out, the room a dull monotone in the eyes of Aislin McKay. Shiny bright books lined the far wall, the only place that still held any life. She ran a slim hand along the spines with a foreign soft touch exhibiting her comfortable familiarity with them. As she moved towards the white desk, she caught sight of herself in an ornate mirror that leaned against the wall and sighed, her makeup was perfect, her cheekbones exaggerated just enough and highlighted in all the right places, her blonde hair rested piled on top of her head, in an ideal messy bun. Aislin clenched her jaw and place her hands on her hips, her fingernails digging into the slightly exposed skin of her midriff. Everything was unbelievable perfect, so why did everyone else believe it?

Angrily she stabbed at the broccoli on her plate, her "perfect Quidditch captain boyfriend" was just that, captain. Aislin worked harder at Quidditch than at anything else in her obnoxiously trivial life. Each year the captaincy had slipped from her grasp into the waiting, and talented hands of her boyfriend, Roger Davies. It didn't seem to matter to anyone that it was her who held the top goal scoring record in the history of hogwarts, or that she was far more capable of running a team than Davies, who in reality just did exactly what she told him too. In all honesty she was getting a little bored of him.

"Aislin?" A voice penetrated through her thoughts.

If only she'd been captain this year she could have finally-

"Aislin?" There that annoying voice again. Her head shot up, fierce blue eyes searching for the owner of the voice.

"What the bloody hell do you want?" She snapped, channeling her ever present anger towards an overly nosy older woman who had spent much of dinner trying to pry into her private life. One of her moms friends from the gym for sure. Aislin thought, raking her eyes over the woman, overly tanned skin compressed under too small spandex leggings and a bright neon top. Her muggle mother was too chicken to confront her daughter and resorted to inviting her other muggle friends to come and coax her into a polite and open conversation. The older woman looked slightly affronted.

"Oh well, I was just going to mention that your mom introduced me to that young man Mr. Davies when he stopped by earlier." The woman stuttered at first but soon relaxed into her speech. Aislin only grunted and shoved a forkful of lettuce into her mouth. It was then that her mother made her appearance, walking through the kitchen and immediately began to fuss over the centerpiece in the middle of the table, looking especially nervous.

"So when are you guys leaving?" She asked trying to sound polite as she watched her mother. The flighty woman jumped at the sound of her daughter's voice.

"Oh in 5 or so, we can't miss the last Zumba class of the evening." She squeaked out, still fidgeting. Aislin grunted again and rose from the table, she shot a condescending smile to the prying friend seated at the white quartz counter. Without so much of a second glance she exited the room and disappeared up the stairs.

Another letter had appeared next to her others, one stating her required materials for her impending 7th year, the other about the lack of change in her status, her final chance at captaincy taken away from her by the boy she occasionally went to bed with. Unenthused, she reached for the newest piece of parchment, it was addressed to her from her friend, Sheila Brooks. Hurriedly she tore into the envelope, eyes darting across the unfolded page as she read. As she finished reading she rolled her eyes, the dolt only wanted to do their shopping together, nonetheless she agreed, and sent a letter with her family's owl to tell her so, and to meet her outside of gringotts at 9 o'clock the next morning. Without another thought about her tall black haired classmate, she simply took a hot shower and headed to bed for long night's rest, a temporary release from the air sucking presence of her own self.

She stood outside on the marble stairs in front of the noble facade of Gringotts, her short white skirt wavering slightly in the breeze, her long blonde hair twisting behind her as the crisp morning air tinged her cheeks a light pink. There she waited, blue eyes alert, looking for her dark haired friend amongst the hoards of witches and wizards alike.

"Boo." A familiar voice teased behind Aislin. She spun around a bright smile on her face,

"Sheila!" She squealed in a fashion very unlike her, "Merlins beard, how can someone so big sneak up on people like that?" Aislin beamed at the taller girl, who's bright smile matched her own.

"So miss McKay what have you been up to?" Sheila inquired eyeing the smaller girl along side her as they walked down the crowded alley.

Aislin sighed, "Not enough I'm afraid," she started, turning into a shop who's window advertised the most up and coming clothes, "All I've really done is practice Quidditch, since my mum got back from her vacation to Thailand, she hasn't really planned anything else for the family, and well my dads always gone."

Sheila grunted sympathetically

"It's weird not having Emmet around, the little bitch sure made my life interesting." She continued, running her hands down a few select pieces of clothing. Whatever feelings Aislin had, she only ever shared them with Shelia, her best friend since they'd been sorted into Ravenclaw together. She was immune to Aislin's poison, she was never put out by Aislin's mood swings, because she was the only one with a deeper understanding of the shallow girl who now stood, glaring condescendingly at a younger Slytherin who had just emerged from a dressing room wearing "the most horrendous crime against pant suits" and Aislin turned triumphantly to her best friend as the snake slithered off in a cloud of self consciousness. Sheila rolled her eyes,

"Aislin shut your trap." She teased as she pulled various items from the racks, showing them to Aislin, only to be met with various grunts of agreement or disgust. Through this limited conversation, the two Ravenclaw's decided on a few items and bought them, Sheila forcing Aislin to practice her politeness with the cashier. Exiting the store, McKay glared at the other girl.

"You're the worst." She grumbled as they continued on their way.

"Would I still be the worst if I told you I got us on the list for the new club on Elder Avenue?" Brooks retorted wiggling a dark eyebrow suggestively. The blonde girl's mouth hung in disbelief,

"No way, really?" She exclaimed, bouncing up and down excitedly, "I love you!" She squealed and wrapped her arms around her closest friend, who she was far shorter than even in her heeled shoes.

"I knew that would make you happy, maybe even take your mind off Davies for a bit." She said, embracing Aislin back. The other girl stood back, face questioning.

"How did you know I was buggered with Davies?" She demanded, her hands on her lithe hips. Brooks smiled at her.

"Aislin no offense but as much as you'd like to deny it, you're as easy to read as a child's alphabet flash cards." She patted the girl on the shoulder, "No worries, just relax and later tonight we'll check out that club." With that the pair continued their way down Diagon Ally to purchase their school things.

Later that evening, Aislin found herself just outside of a plain brick wall, with one neon sign flashing just above an ornate door, where a bouncer stood, dressed in black, arms crossed threateningly, as they approached, Aislin found she recognized him. When they stepped up to the front of the line she couldn't help the words that spilled out her mouth, really she was intending to be friendly,

"Bole?" She inquired teasingly, "Beater and Bouncer. Merlin I guess your thick skull is good for something." She patted the Slytherin on the shoulder and he glared at her with unexpected hostility.

"Just get inside McKay." He growled and opened up the door, music pouring out from it, as the two girls passed he nodded politely at Sheila, "Brooks" he stated calmly before closing the door behind them.

"Friendly guy that Bole." Aislin stated with mock conviction and grinned up at Sheila. The other girl laughed lightly and maneuvered through the crowd of sweaty drunk party goers.

"Let's get some liquor in you, you're always nicer after a couple of shots." Sheila shouted to her over the noise. As they approached the bar, she held up 4 fingers, and before long a row of shot glasses were filled with various semi opaque liquids. Sheila poured one down then motioned to the remaining three. "Those are for you McKay, you're harder to fell than a pine." She said, shoving her towards the shots.

"Hah! You know it." Aislin announced triumphantly as she brought the first glass to her lips, swallowing it with a practiced ease, in no time she's finished the three and turned back to her friend, who was nursing a fruity looking drink and already swaying to the beat of a song blaring overhead, Aislin ran a hand through her hair, tossing it back and joining her friend on the dance floor.

Letting themselves get lost in the mass of bodies the girls danced, brains beginning to go fuzzy from the drinks filled with various alcohol percentages they had consumed. As the night wore on, the crowd increased and at some point the two Ravenclaw's found themselves separated, or Sheila had just gotten dragged off my some beau, Aislin thought to herself, deeming that the most likely. As the beat slowed and the drinks continued to kick in, Aislin found herself pressed up against the unknown muscular chest of another in the club, she barely felt his hands on her skin as they rocked to the beat, her head tipped back as she shook out her long hair and ran a perfectly manicured finger down the boy's chest. She felt his large fingers run down her spine and grip her butt, drawing her impossibly closer.

"Want to get out of here?" A voice asked into her ear, husky and unapologetically desperate, she bit her lip, and nodded, taking his hand and dragging him out of the thick of the dance floor, in the flashing lights she could barely make out his face but it was handsome nonetheless, Aislin guessed it was the drink talking, but it was also the drink that was now allowing herself to apparate alongside this very drunk and unknown boy.

Opening her eyes, she swayed slightly, finding herself in large room, her hands gripping the large bicep of her latest conquest. Drunkenly leaning into his chest, she could sense the desire rolling off of him, he leaned down and kissed her, sloppily on her lips and then along her jaw. She felt herself responding, hands running through his soft hair, as she allowed him to push her back onto a bed and climb over her. "Fuck Davies" she muttered to herself quietly, letting herself get lost in her sensations.

Stirring in her sleep she repelled the oncoming morning, her head began to pound and she realized that waking up was inevitable, her blue eyes slowly blinking open, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling, they were far too low to be the ones in her bedroom, she sat bolt upright, the covers falling into her lap and she gasped before grasping back at the blanket, pulling it back up to cover her exposed breasts. Tentatively she glanced down, looking at the person who occupied the place in the bed next to her. And then she shrieked.

It wasn't a very loud scream, her voice rough and choked up from hours of disuse, it caught several times in her throat, but it was enough to make the boy, the very naked boy, but not just any naked boy, the one and only Gryffindor Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, stir in his own deep sleep. His brown eyes blinked open lazily, catching sight of the naked blonde staring at him in disbelief, they widened in what Aislin suspected was either disgust or horror.

"Wood?" She gasped out, forgetting her grip on the covers and covering her face in her hands, the blanket fell into her lap, causing the boy next to her to choke in surprise.

"McKay?" He finally managed, trying to avert his eyes from her naked form. This was definitely not something he was used to.

"This cannot be happening." She gulped out, climbing hurriedly out of the bed, grabbing her discarded clothes and quickly replacing her underwear before moving to grab her skirt and shirt. "I have a boyfriend." Aislin spewed out, her voice panicky as she hurried around the room. Oliver sat on the edge of his bed, having already pulled on a pair of pants. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and shook his head.

"McKay, I swear I had no idea, we were both so drunk. I'm. Im really sorry." He stuttered out in his accent, how had she not recognized that last night? She cursed herself as she pulled on her shoes.

"Look Wood, can we please try and forget this happened? Please don't tell a soul." She pleaded, practically on her knees before him, there was no way she could let this get out, she needed to keep Davies along side her if she was going to have any chance of making the Ravenclaw team again, Roger was nothing if not petty and he wouldn't hesitate to cut his best player from the team if they'd offended him. Aislin stared at Wood, eyes filled with an unfamiliar cry for help, she detested relying on someone else, but she couldn't let this get out, ever.

"Fine." He stated simply, clenching his jaw as he glared at the Ravenclaw girl. She sighed in relief and disapparated into thin air desperate to leave his oppressive presence.

She reappeared in her room, letting out a strangled cry of frustration and throwing her shoes angrily in the direction of her closet.

"The apparition of shame." A voice tutted from a corner of her room, where she saw Sheila sitting in an armchair stifling her laughter. "Those marks certainly aren't from Davies are they?" Brooks looked at her with mock disapproval.

"Oh bugger off." She growled, collapsing onto her plush bed.

"So who was the lucky man, or lady." Sheila added thoughtfully.

"Don't expect me to tell you. Ever." Aislin cried out in anguish, with herself and with the stinking Gryffindor she'd allowed to seduce her. Sheila moped,

"Well that's no fun is it, seeing as I covered for you with your mother and your boyfriend."

"Roger was already here?"

"Yup, in the flesh, told him you were out getting coffee for us down the street and that you'd be back later, but that we'd been planning a girls day and that he should probably just stop by tomorrow."

"Ugh I love you Sheila." She sighed in relief.

"If you love me, will you tell me who thought you were tasty enough to take a bite out of?" She pried suggestively.

"Must you be so childish?" Aislin chided making a face of disgust at her suggestive comparison. "How badly do you want to know?"

"More than anything really." Sheila said thoughtful as if she was debating the numerical amount.

"Fine, but only if you give me some of that hangover potion I know you bring everywhere." She bargained, hand outstretched, the other Ravenclaw placed a simple vial in her open palm and Aislin downed it quickly, immediately feeling it take effect. "It was, don't laugh, I didn't know who it was until this morning." She paused and took a breath. "It was Oliver Wood." Aislin said hurriedly and hid her face in a pillow. It was Sheila's turn to shriek.

"I still can't believe you slept with Wood! Of all people, him?" Sheila continued to provoke Aislin as they made their way down the road from a nearby muggle coffee shop. She was practically jeering the entire time Aislin recalled the details she had insisted upon hearing. The other Ravenclaw was rather put out by her friends lack of sympathy. But the dark haired witch only snorted, "Oh my little McKay, you sure had it coming."

"Just let it go would you?" Aislin exclaimed, taking a soothing sip of her warm cappuccino, "I really just want to forget this whole thing happened. This could ruin me Brooks! If Roger finds out he'll absolutely lose it! The poor sod's desperately in love with me, and he's my only shot to go pro!" She buried her face in her hands, her exasperation with the whole thing evident.

"Look I won't tell a soul, but don't expect me to quit joking about it in private so lighten up a bit would ya?" Sheila patted her on the back in mock comfort as they carried on their way down the cobbled path, bright leaves fluttering in the warm August air. The park was oddly still and quiet, which was unusual for this part of town, usually it was filled with laughing, joyous children. The change was inexplicable and the girls came to a halt, gazing worriedly across the magically concealed park just within the walls of a gated magical community. A weathered piece of parchment hissed as it skidded across the concrete path, moved by an invisible breeze, stopping its voyage just under the foot of Aislin McKay, who bent to grasp it tentatively, bringing it up to eye level, peeling back the bent over corner. She was met with a laughing and manic face, wrenching against chains underneath dark bold lettering that screamed at Aislin, "Escaped Mass Murderer, Sirius Black" The short girl gulped audibly and passed off the notice to the other girl standing next to her apprehensively. They glanced at each other worriedly, before taking off down the path at an extremely brisk walk, once within a block of her house she glanced behind her to see Sheila wave a worried goodbye and dissaparate. Left alone in the road, the blonde bolted for her front door and only let out a calm breath when she leaned against the dead locked door of her house.