Okay, so here we have another chapter. And, boy, are we about to get into a bit of drama. So, without any further ado, here we have chapter four!

A month had come and gone before the girls knew it. They had steadily formed a strong bond and had become good friends with the Weasley boys. Eva now had a couple of friends in Slytherin House, and Iris had friends in Gryffindor. Both girls were still attached at the hip but could now easily say they had adapted into their said Houses. Excitement was growing however, as the Quidditch matches were fast upon them. Fred and George had joined the team as Beaters, which Eva found suited them best. Charlie was the Seeker and Captain.

"You know, I've never been to an actual Quidditch game before," admitted Iris early one morning. "I mean, I know what it is, but my family isn't big on sports."

"Again, I grew up with the male of the species. I know all about Quidditch. I might even try out next year. I'd love to be keeper," Eva said.

"Hello girls," greeted Charlie as he sat next to the girls. "How are you this fine morning?"

"Hello Charlie" both girls said in unison. They were getting so close that it wasn't rare they answered together or finished each other's sentences.

"Good luck today, Captain," said Eva "Even if it is against Slytherin. I'll admit I'm very competitive when it comes to Quidditch."

"I'll bet you are, Evie" Fred said joining in the conversation. He had recently acquired the new nickname for Eva that only he and George used - Fred more so than George. "Hopefully we get to compete against you next year."

"Wouldn't that be brilliant?" said George. "What about you, Iris? Don't you like Quidditch?"

"I do, George," answered Iris "But I'm no good on a broom; we've proven that haven't we, Eva?"

Eva laughed at the memory of Iris falling off her broom during their first flying lesson. Iris punched her shoulder for laughing at it still. "Forgive me, Iris, but it was quite funny. Besides who knows, you might just surprise everyone and prove to be a great Quidditch player!"

"She's right. You never know," agreed George. Iris smiled at him and the boys quieted as they began to eat their breakfast. Iris now had a growing admiration for George. He was quite charming really and a bit less wild then his twin, whom Eva secretly harbored a crush for now. She wouldn't admit it but Iris knew about it. She saw the stolen looks Eva and Fred both shared.

"Alright, boys, I'll see you at the pitch in ten," said Charlie as he stood up from the table and headed out the doors. The boys finished up their breakfast quickly and said their goodbyes to the girls before they left.

"Who are you gonna root for?" Iris asked Eva after the boys had gone.

Eva grinned the grin that reminded Iris the brunette really was a Slytherin. "Why, Slytherin of course, my dear Iris. The people in my House are the ones I don't particularly care for, but I am a Slytherin and I will cheer for my team."

"Ugh! I can't believe you, Eva! How could you cheer for that slimy team?" Iris snapped. "Bunch of ugly gits."

After a few moments of stunned silence, Iris looked wide-eyed at Eva. "Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry! I don't know where that came from. Really, that wasn't me. I don't know why I said that."

"Uh… It's okay," Eva said, still confused and a little hurt. She was just trying to begin a playful competition with her friend. Why had Iris suddenly snapped at her?

"You know what? Let's get down to the Quidditch pitch," Iris said. "I think I'm still a little tired. Maybe the air will clear my head."

"Okay, sounds good," Eva said as they rose from the table and made their way to the Quidditch pitch.

Mentally, Iris kicked herself for being so harsh to her best friend. As the days drew closer to the full moon, her temper got more and more out of control. She'd been trying to hide it for the past few days, but with the full moon tomorrow night, she wasn't sure how much longer she could contain herself. She hoped the Quidditch match would take her mind off of things.

The two were greeted by a brisk October breeze as they found seats in the bleachers. Looking out over the crowd they could see splashes of red and gold intermixed with blotches of green and silver. This was the first match of the season, and the entire school was buzzing with excitement.

"It seems the odds are evenly matched," Percy said taking a seat beside Iris.

"Oh, hey, Percy!" Iris smiled, blushing. Eva nudged her friend, and Iris pushed her hand away.

Over the last month Iris and Percy had grown closer. He helped her with homework, he showed her all around the castle, and he consoled her when she was feeling homesick after the first two weeks of school. They were just friends, but somehow Iris hoped they could be more.

"It seems like a stupid question," Eva said, "but I have to ask anyway. Who are you for?"

"Gryffindor all the way," Percy said. "Look, here they come!"

They looked down to see that both teams had emerged onto the pitch to begin the game. The two captains walked reverently to the center and shook hands. Both teams were still, waiting for the whistle to blow and the game to begin – everyone except Fred and George that is. The twins were busy waving and bowing and blowing kisses to the crowd as if they thought themselves royalty. If Eva and Iris weren't mistaken, it would seem that the two waved more so to them than to anyone else in the crowd. They giggled and continued to observe excitedly.

In a matter of moments the whistle was blown and all fourteen players shot into the air. The game was intense. Iris hadn't realized how much teamwork had to go into a single game. The chasers worked together to dodge and weave around the opposing team while the beaters did their best to keep the bludgers away from their teammates (and in Fred and George's case, send them sailing directly for the other team). The keeper had to guard all three rings at once while keeping an eye on just who might try to throw the quaffle through the hoops. And while all this insanity was going on, the seeker had to keep focus and find and capture the snitch. It was all so much for Iris to handle, and she was thankful Lee Jordan was commentating.

"Gryffindor in possession of the quaffle, passes to Johnson, passes to Spinnet, takes the shot and… Blocked by Flint of the Slytherin team. COME ON GRYFINNDOR!"

"YES!" Eva shouted from beside Iris, waving her hands wildly in excitement.

"Slytherin in possession of the quaffle, passes to Tucker, passes to Lewis, passes back to Tucker, takes the shot and… Blocked by a flying bludger sent by one of the Weasley brothers!… Who the hell knows which one?"

Iris and Eva glanced at each other. "Fred," they said in unison then turned back to the game.

Iris smiled. She was beginning to like this game. Maybe she would try out for the team next year.

"Gryffindor in possession, passes to Spinnet, passes to Johnson, takes the shot… GRYFFINDOR SCORES! Ten – zero to Gryffindor! Take that, Slytherin!"

"Yes!" Percy and Iris shouted. Eva ignored them.

The game continued on like that for an hour and a half. The scores always remained within a few points of each other. By the time the snitch had been spotted, the score was 120 to 160 in favor of Gryffindor. And the snitch had been spotted by Charlie Weasley.

"And it appears as if the snitch has been spotted!" Lee shouted over the loudspeaker. "And by Charlie Weasley no less. Slytherin might as well just throw in the towel now. There is no hope for them!"

And right he was. In a matter of seconds, Charlie had zeroed in on the golden ball and snatched it from the air in one quick motion.

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers. All throughout the bleachers, shouts of joy could be heard. Even Percy was hooting loudly. "We did it!" he screamed, grabbing Iris's hand in excitement.

Iris blushed, but didn't pull away. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck in a joyous hug. The two embraced for a moment, then pulled away awkwardly.

At first, Eva was disappointed that her team had lost, but then decided that a victory for Fred, George and Charlie was also a kind of victory for her. So, despite the glares of surrounding Slytherins, she clapped.

All three of them laughed as Fred and George milked their win for all that it was worth by taking several victory laps around the pitch. What hams.

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After the game, Eva started off to her own dormitories. She was stopped by her favorite red-head, Fred Weasley, who was suspiciously without his twin.

"Fred!" Eva yelled after he had jumped in front of her in a dark, empty corridor. "You scared me!"

"Sorry, Evie didn't mean to." Fred grinned sheepishly. "We're having a party and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?"

"Fred, as much as I would love to, I can't." Eva said sadly. "I know we've pushed the limit this past month, but I'm a Slytherin and you're a Gryffindor. I can't attend a Gryffindor party, I'm not welcome. The last thing I want to do is cause you trouble."

Fred smiled sadly and understood that she was right. No matter how much he wanted her to come, she was right.

"You're right, Evie." He said "I just forget sometimes, truth is I wouldn't like you if you were anything but a Slytherin. It's who you are, so don't ever feel bad about it. Not all Slytherins are evil. The majority is, but there are some good ones, like you."

Eva nodded and grinned at him. "So if I was a Gryffindor, you wouldn't like me?" she asked.

"What? No of course not! I'd like you all the same.," Fred answered nervously. Eva laughed at his discomfort - it's the Slytherin in her - and she smiled and did what she had been avoiding for months. She hugged Fred with all her might even if he was a good foot taller than her. Stupid boys and their height! Fred hugged her back just as tight.

"I've really grown fond of you, Fred Weasley," Eva admitted as she let go. Fred smiled and kissed her cheek.

"And I the same for you, Miss Sinclair." He turned around with a smile and disappeared into the end of the hallway leaving Eva dumbfounded with her hand on her cheek. She was far too young to take all this.

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Iris was having the time of her life in the crowded, loud common room. Charlie was going around trying to confiscate the firewiskey a sixth year had snuck in. George was celebrating with the team in the corner. While Fred was nowhere to be seen, she wondered if Eva knew where he was. She had tried to convince her friend to come, but the stubborn Slytherin had refused. She supposed she was right. Iris would not have felt comfortable at a Slytherin party either. For the most part the girls had learned to co-exist despite their differences.

"Hello Iris. Why are you here on your own?" asked George. Iris looked up and blushed.

"I was just taking a break, I'm quite exhausted." Iris said. "I was going to head up soon."

He frowned slight but it quickly turned into a smile. "I got a better idea! Dance with me?" he asked, his hand extended. Iris's eyes widened but after a minute of hesitation she decided that no harm could be done and accepted.

George was surprisingly light on his feet. They danced for about two songs, neither noticing the looks Percy was giving them. Charlie then announced that one in the morning was quite late enough; they had classes tomorrow after all. Iris and George separated; he kissed her hand much like Fred had done for Eva and bade her goodnight. Iris climbed dreamily up the stairs and lay down on her bed. Oh sweet Merlin! How could she get herself in such a predicament! Just then Fester flew onto her bed, breaking her out of her thoughts.

Iris,

I would like to inform you that people have been opening our notes and reading them. I was suspicious a while ago and have now tested it and found it to be true. A simple thumbprint revealing spell, of course. So we either use another owl or come up with codenames for ourselves and our friends. I would also like to inform you of my encounter with Fred Weasley, I don't care who finds out about that. It wasn't anything extremely out of the ordinary, after all. (It so was!) I will inform you with full detail, tomorrow morning. Send me back a note tonight though; I will be awake until at least 3. Transfiguration is cancelled tomorrow; I was just informed McGonagall is ill. I will be waiting for your owl.

-Eva

The note should have come as exciting news to Iris. After all, the boy she had been pining over for a month had slipped away from the Gryffindor party just to be with her. She should have been thrilled for her friend. She wasn't. Instead, she was furious that Eva could be so self-centered to only think of herself when Iris had just had a rather romantic moment with George. Bloody hell, could she be less careless?

Fuming, Iris picked up a piece of parchment and quill and simply wrote:

You can be so self-centered sometimes. It wouldn't kill you to think of your friends once in awhile. The world doesn't revolve around you, Eva!

She quickly handed the note off to Fester who took it and soared out the window.

Iris sat there, chest heaving in fury. It suddenly became too much and she stood and pounded her fist against the stone wall. Maybe it was the pain that brought her around and maybe it wasn't, but either way, with her fist throbbing in pain she began to realize just how much of a git she had just been to Eva. She felt so horrible for thinking and saying those mean things to her best friend. She quickly ran to the window, stuck her wand out and said, Accio note!" But it didn't come back to her. "Accio note. Accio note. Accio note!" Nothing.

Defeated, Iris dropped her wand onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Her emotions were getting out of control. Damn this full moon. Damn this curse! Why was she forced to push her friends away with her attitude? That wasn't her. She didn't want to be that. Why did she have to be a werewolf? Why?

Iris cried for the rest of the night.

Uh-oh! Seems as if Iris's emotions are taking control of her, and we haven't even reached the full moon yet. Wonder what will happen between the best friends in the next chapter. Stay tuned to find out!