I wish I was wrong but, when it comes to Captain Roger Davies, I never am. He was there at my bedside, as always, when I awoke. I tried not to stir him in hopes of sneaking out and avoiding his long-winded lecture on my mistakes, and then another long-winded apology. Never the less I was clumsy and stirred him such a smidgen. Davies happens to be a light sleeper. Roger sat straight up, and began examining me.

"Mai are you alright? You are not hurt are you? I swear I will kill that prat of a captain if you have one scratch! I will bet he arranged this, thinking I wouldn't suspect a thing. Probably added to the damage himself. I will make him pay. He'll never lay another finger on you Mai."

I shook my head as Roger continued, until I reached my breaking point. After three, "You should have never trusted him, Mai," I gave Roger what he had coming.

"Roger Davies shut your trap. Oliver did nothing to me. In fact he saved me from that slimy git Flint, since you were nowhere around to protect your precious seeker," I said poking him hard in the chest. "Oliver was quite nice and gentle for your information, so you leave him alone."

"Oh please Mai, everyone knows he is obsessed. Oliver Wood would do anything to win."

"He did not hurt me Roger. You can't shove this off on Oliver or me it was your fault for leaving me out there alone. Besides I suspect the real reason you don't like Oliver is because he is more of a gentleman, a better captain, and better looking than yourself."

"Why thank you Mai."

I stopped and felt my cheeks warm up and gain that rosy color of embarrassment. I hadn't meant the comment to be taken seriously, I just knew that it would get under Roger's skin.

"Wood, what the hell did you do to my seeker, you git," Roger asked, fist tightly balled on each side.

"You mean other than getting her out of a situation you left her in Davies?" Oliver said, frowning as he crossed his arms.

Roger's eyes raged with his discontent. He stepped up to Wood with one fist raised.



"So help me Wood, if I find out anything that happened to her had to do with you, you won't want to exist anymore. What are you doing here anyway?"

"I actually came to see if the girl I just so happened to rescue was doing okay," Oliver said with a satisfied smile.

Slowly he moved around Davies and next to my bedside. I had to smile. Oliver was hitting all the right buttons, and to be honest Roger deserved it.

"So how are you Miss Sutherland?" Oliver said, taking a seat and my hand at the same time.

"Don't you dare touch her," Roger growled.

I stared at Roger. He had always been competitive, but never to this extent. Roger was acting like Wood was as desperate and undermining as Flint.

"He can touch me if he wants Roger. Now shut your trap and leave; you have always been an ungrateful git," I snapped as I pointed Roger to his destined path out the infirmary door.

As I watched, glaring at his back, Roger hung his head and walked out the infirmary door in a complete huff.

"Wow I wasn't expecting that out of you."

I looked back at Oliver. He was a little shocked. I shrugged; it was natural to act that way with Davies. I had been doing the same thing since day one. As far as I saw it, all Davies needed was someone to keep him in his place. If no one did, that head of his would not fit inside the castle.

"So, shall I try this again? How are you," Oliver asked smiling slightly.

"Much better now that I have rested. How'd your practice go?"

"It went well. I got there and they had actually done what I wanted," he said leaning back in the chair.



I smiled. I understood how rough things could be, controlling Fred and George. They were as wild as it gets. I felt sorry for Mrs. Weasley. I could not comprehend raising the two of them all this time. It must have been unbearable most of the time. During their first two years I had been the target of many of their pranks, but once I started retaliating that all stopped and quickly. Sure, occasionally we would prank each other but then I became a prefect and was no longer their target but their savior. If it were not for my rounds sometimes, I am sure they would have been kicked out ages ago. Rounds…

"Oh crap," I said putting my head in my hands. "I was supposed to do rounds last night."

Oliver looked at me in disbelief, and confusion.

"Rounds," he said raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Yes rounds. I'm a prefect. It was my duty to do rounds last night," I said following up my last sentence with a heavy sigh.

"Surely Roger told someone for you," he said hesitantly patting my back.

I laughed. Even when I had asked Roger for favors he had always gotten distracted or plain out forgot. As far as reliability went, Roger Davies was not the bottom of my list. All he needed was a pretty girl to walk by him and his mind was else were. Don't get me wrong, Roger was in no way desperate. He was just a little hormonal.

"Roger Davies, would forget his head if it were not attached," I said, leaning back on the bed. "So Oliver Wood, what's the real reason you're here?"

Oliver looked at me a moment, and then sighed.

"Well Fred and George had to do homework, but they wanted to check in on you, and I figured since you were my neighbor and all it would give us a good opportunity to talk. So I graciously, of course, volunteered," he said leaning back in his chair.

I smiled to myself and shook my head. Those boys were something else. I am surprised they did not have Oliver ask when I would be able to be on duty again. It had been like this since the 

beginning of the semester. It had sort of became a game with those two. Then I thought of something.

"You're a terrible liar Oliver Wood," I said with a growing smirk. "Either that or you've become another one of their victims."

"What do you mean?" Oliver said with raising eyebrows.

The twins never ever did homework they could put off to do later. They were planning something. A prank more than likely, but for when, and for who?

"Mai," Oliver said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"A prank, Oliver, a prank," I mumbled. "What day is it?"

"Saturday, why do you ask?"

"Oliver, don't you find it a bit odd that the twins are doing homework this late on a Saturday night," I asked staring at the ceiling.

He put his hand on his chin, and then his eyes got wide.

"My room," he said suddenly, standing up.

I looked at him for a moment. Why would they prank Oliver? Usually they only pranked those outside the walls of their dormitory. It was more fun for twins to prank their enemies rather than their friends.

"What on Earth are you talking about Oliver? They wouldn't," I started.

"Oh yes they would. Especially since, I called an early morning practice so they had no excuse not to do homework," he said, frowning deeply.



I tapped my chin. Perhaps he was right. They had been complaining rather loudly to Oliver the past few days, and they had taken to spreading nasty nicknames throughout the Gryffindor common room for him. I laughed.

"I don't find this funny. It is already too late to put an end to it. I can't believe I didn't think about that," he said sitting down putting his head in his hands.

"Well Mr. Morningwood, I'll just have to get up and solve this situation won't I," I said, pulling the covers off my legs.

Oliver frowned at me.

"Not you as well. Please do not spread that anymore, it is almost unbearable. Wait. How are you going to solve it," he asked wide eyed. "You should stay in bed, concussions are a nasty business."

"Oliver," I said standing off and brushing my shorts down. "Let's go."

Quickly I walked past him grabbing his arm between wrist and elbow. He stumbled behind as I pulled and tugged him up to the Gryffindor common room door. Occasionally he called out for me to stop before I hurt myself, but I ignored him. I am not too good with my own health, but well that is why there are doctors and healers. It did not take me long to get to the picture of the rather fat lady.

"Password," she asked.

I looked at Oliver and motioned for him to say it. He gave me a weird look.

"I still don't know what you plan on doing to help me out but okay. Wattlebird," he said looking from me to the painting of the fat lady.

The portrait swung open and as I stepped forward to enter, I realized how cold I was. I also suddenly realized my clothes had not been changed from when I was carried to the infirmary. As I entered, I began to ask Oliver if I could borrow a pair of sweats, but stop dead when I saw him covered in pink paint. As I moved closer to him, I noticed a sign hanging on the wall. "Welcome back Mr. Morningwood." I had to giggle. Oliver however, turned on me.

"You knew about this part," he seethed. "I can't believe I helped you."

I frowned as my face was splattered with pink paint. Quickly I pushed past him. I was not going to deal with that kind of treatment. I accioed the banner to me and tossed it into their fire, and used a few quick spells to clean him up as he continued to yell. I knew these spells from cleaning up after the twins time and time before. As I did so, he shook his finger in my face. I shoved his hand away.

"Oliver James Wood, keep that finger out of my face, and quit yelling at me. I don't always know what they will do; I simply knew there would be several pranks on you. For all I knew one was right outside the infirmary," I yelled back at him.

I turned quickly and stormed up the dorm stairs until I reached the seventh year boys dorm. I opened the door with a spell and let the several steps of pranks go off on no one. After I finished I walked down the stairs and ran into Oliver on my way down.

"There you go, all done. All you have to do is magic it all clean. We are even now, Mr. Wood," I snapped as I made my way to pass him on the staircase.

"Mai, wait a second," he said, turning to meet my face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I should be mad at those two. I will get them later. But anyway Mai, still friends?"

I stared at him for a moment, and shook my head with a smile.

"We can still be friends Mr. Morningwood," I said turning to go back down.

"Mai!"

"Last time, I promise Oliver."

I made my way out of the common room. I had to find Fred and George before they got caught. I was supposed to be on duty but that had changed after what happened with Flint.



Slowly and carefully, I made my way to the Room of Requirement. It was the first and best place I looked for Fred and George. Nine times out of ten, I found them there creating another prank for that night. I rounded the next corner ending up with a surprise. I smashed into the body of a black robe, which told me several things, none of which were good.

"Miss Sutherland," said the infamous voice of Professor Snape.

"Sorry Professor, I was just heading back from handling a situation," I said as I realized I still had not borrowed anything to put over my skimpy shorts.

Snape looked disapprovingly at my attire, but looked me back in the face quickly.

"Miss Sutherland, if you wouldn't mind terribly, put on appropriate attire for prefects and meeting me in the dungeon. I have some things to discuss with you," he said in a strained voice.

"Tonight professor," I asked a little surprised.

He started to say something, but gritted his teeth.

"Yes, tonight, Sutherland."

I swallowed and shook my head. Fred and George were on their own now.