Truth be told, Emma couldn't care less about quidditch, which was unfortunate because it was something her friends were obsessed with the exception of Remus.

The Ravenclaws came out with their blue quidditch robes detailed with bronze linings. All around her, applause and yelling broke out, enough to almost rupture her eardrums. But their welcome didn't change the stern look the team had on their faces, blocking out everyone concentrating. They walked over to the new quidditch referee, a woman with graying hair. What was her name again? Emma pondered.

At that moment the opposite side of the field erupted in cheers. The Slytherin team walked out, dressed in their emerald green robes lined with silver, carrying their black broomsticks. Avery, the team captain, had a smirk on his face, with Regulus marching beside him, looking tense. Everyone kicked off with the brooms, hovering over the captains which stood face to face to shake hands. The Ravenclaw captain grimaced as soon as Avery took his hand, as if he were crushing it. Letting go, they both mounted their brooms and kicked off the ground waiting for the whistle blow. At the sound, the two bludgers and snitch flew off on their own; meanwhile the quaffle was thrown by the referee herself.

And so the madness begins, she silently said to herself, while everyone around started stomping their feet in an irregular beat.

A Ravenclaw chaser caught the quaffle and dove through two Slytherins, who elbowed her side to drop the quaffle. They succeeded; the third Slytherin below her catching it and flew the opposite direction towards the Ravenclaw keeper. A Ravenclaw beater managed to hit a bludger in Regulus's direction who had spotted the snitch but a beater blocked it, hitting it right back.

She couldn't help but grin, receiving a dirty look from a Ravenclaw who saw her. Rolling her eyes she continued watching the game; Slytherin had managed to score: 10:0.

As time went on, Ravenclaw started edging out Slytherin with a score of 60:80. Emma just wanted the game to end; having been dragging out for over an hour and a half. It reminded her of her last summer break when she had stayed with Lily. Her father spent his days sitting in front of a box with moving pictures of men run back and forth with a black and white quaffle ball, kicking it into nets. It was one game after another for a month straight, Lily explaining they were doing so for a world cup. Emma attempted to watch the games, but she always abandoned it within thirty minutes; the continuous running men a dread to watch.

She snapped out of her recollection when she heard the whistle blow. By the sound of the groans around her, Slytherin had won, 210:90. The stands started emptying; everyone's head bowed in disappointment and resentment as she picked up her bag and proceeded on with the bitter Ravens. Knowing Regulus would go celebrate with his team, and that she had missed his game winning catch, she decided to visit Remus.

The hospital wing was nearly empty, with only one cot occupied. He was reading, when Emma arrived, carrying a chair with her. Sitting beside him, she looked him over; he looked exhausted.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better. I should be out tomorrow," he pointed to his fresh scars on his arms and one on his face. "Madam Pomfrey wants these to heal properly."

"That's good," she smiled.

"Emma where were you last night?"

Fuck. "In my room."

"I don't believe you." He had a stern look on his pale face.

She squirmed in her seat, frustrated at herself. She only had to options, deny or tell the truth. She chose the latter. "How did you know?"

"Well Padfoot said I almost ate a black turkey. Then Wormtail corrected him, saying it was a hawk with green eyes. Oh and let's not forget your little tantrum in the library."

"That wasn't a tantrum! I just wanted to help!"

"You wanted to help? Is that what you wanted to do?" he taunted.

"Honestly, I think you're blowing this out of-"

"I ALMOST KILLED YOU!" His face turned red, his irises dilating in the outburst.

"What's going on in here? Keep your voices down, now." Madam Pomfrey reprimanded them, coming over.

Mr. Lupin I suggest you calm down as you're still under the effects from the full moon." She tuned to Emma, who was also brimming with anger. "I think this little meet up has finished."

"No!" he interjected.

"Well alright no need to shout, but you should get some rest." She fluffed his pillow before leaving to her office, leaving them alone once more.

"You need to relax Moony, I survived! I flew away before you caught me," she hissed.

"You flew away," he laughed. "Do you know how bad that sounds? What if I had?"

Emma winced, knowing it was a close call, but she would never admit it. "It was my first time, I'm sure I'll get the hang of it."

"It was your first and last time Emma."

"But-"

"I need to rest."

Emma watched pick up his book and continue reading as if she were not there. Taking it as a sign to leave, she looked back at her friend for some sort of comfort that everything would be well, but he disregarded her.

"Feel better Moony," she sighed as she departed, leaving him to read his book.