It was late in September

And I've seen you before

You were always the cool one

But I was never that sure

You were all by yourself

Staring up at a dark gray sky

~ Mandy Moore

Things were passing the seventh years quickly, Oliver thought to himself. The first match of the season has passed and to Oliver's dismay, they lost. He almost drowned himself in the showers, hadn't the Weasley twins called from the locker room doors telling him they wanted their captain back. Now, he was practicing with the team six nights a week.

He heaved his sore body through the portrait hole. "Hey Haylie." He said, seeing her at a table, writing what looked to be the Arithmancy essay that he still needed to do. Her black cat Ringo was curled onto her lap, licking himself.

"How was practice?" She asked with a dead sort of voice. Oliver hadn't recognized that tone from her before. He looked at her oddly.

"It was good, how are you?" Oliver asked.

"Fine." She replied, her voice going even more possibly flat than he thought possible. "I'm busy, leave me alone."

"Well then." He said, somewhat shocked at her reply. "If you'll be that way to me Haylie, fine with me."

"What do you mean if I'm like that to you?" Haylie asked. "You know, Wood, why don't you look at what's happened to you. I've been here ever since the beginning of the year, and you know what? nobody's come to me, so I don't have to be here anymore. Leave me alone." She said, she gathered her things, muttered a spell and they followed her up to her dorm.

Oliver looked at her, dumbstruck.

A/N: Yeah, short, I know! But the creative juices are running out! …:::gasps:::… I must go back to the batcave where the reviews wait for me! But if there are no reviews….how can I continue the story?