There was a party in the Gryffindor common room, with Butterbeer, Peppermint Toads, Firewhiskey, and Fizzing Whizbees. But for some reason, Oliver didn't feel like joining in. Sure, he was grateful that they had won, but all he wanted to do at the moment was collapse on his bed and sleep. He tried, but the noise of the party had kept him awake. And it wasn't just the noise. There was something else.

It was the face of that Ravenclaw, her beautiful face marred by terror. That's all he saw when he closed his eyes. Only her. He could remember her expression as she glanced behind her, causing those lovely bronze waves to whip across her face. How her long legs had swiftly worked, running faster than anyone he had ever seen traveling by pure human force. He could recall how her full, pink lips had parted in that silent scream when she tripped. Her wide eyes, begging for something that nobody could give her.

Finally, he had had enough of the party. He strode out of the Gryffindor commons, walked down the corridor, and leaned against the stone wall, breathing deeply. Who was that girl? What was she running from? Or more likely, who was she running from? Why didn't I keep watching? I was the only one who could have seen what was going on, from that angle! With a pang of guilt, he realized that if he had kept watching, he could have seen who was causing this girl such terror.

Oliver didn't know what to do. So he roughly pushed off the wall and began to walk. Blindly, he wandered the corridors. His status as Captain kept him from detention, giving him the same rank as Prefect. Before long, he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the castle. In front of him, there was a large wooden door with an eagle knocker. He stood still for a few seconds, and realized he heard something, beyond his own heartbeat. Breathing. "Hello?" Oliver called, igniting his wand. He didn't want to be caught out of bed by Filch, but knew that the old, rheumatic caretaker could never outrun him back to Gryffindor Tower.

That is, if he could remember the way back.

Oliver crept toward the noises, jumping when the wandlight reflected off something, creating an almost penny-like color, but lighter. It's someone sleeping, he realized, shocked, and moved forward to shake her shoulder. When she raised her head, though, he gasped. It was the girl from the Quidditch game.