A/N: I know that the third book took place earlier than 2002, but I can't remember when it was and I'm too lazy to find my book and look it up, so you're just going to have to tough out the discrepancy. :)

At about 8:30 Bailey was lying on her stomach on the floor of her compartment, playing a game of wizard chess with Angelina and sneaking furtive glances at Oliver every few seconds. They played with Bailey's set which, unlike any those around her owned, did not come with the standard chess pieces. In place of the threatening-looking queens and knights were young men and women clad in bikinis and boardshorts, carrying surfboards beach towels in their arms.

Angelina watched with delight as her queen threw sand in the face of Bailey's knight and laughed as he ran off the board. She watched the other queen then surf across a couple squares and looked up at Bailey. "Where did you get a set like this? I've never seen one in wizarding shops around here."

"Well, it's not exactly a wizard set. I bought it in a muggle gift-shop and one of my old teachers bewitched it to behave like a wizard set." Bailey's queen now stood in front of Angelina's, and they slapped and pulled each other's hair until they fell into a mud pit that appeared out of nowhere. The other male pieces watched with great interest while other females looked both disgusted by and jealous of all the attention.

Angelina opened her mouth to make a reply, but at that moment the door flew open and in came a tall boy, already dressed in his robes and hat, with a very important air about him. Bailey stood as he came toward her, but no one else paid him any attention, though Fred and George did form identical mischievous smiles. The boy stuck out his hand, and Bailey shook it suspiciously, wondering (from the look on the twins' faces) if this was going to be some kind of joke, as Oliver had made her well informed of the infamous duo's usual shenanigans.

He shook her hand solemnly and introduced himself. "Hello, Miss Whitman, my name is Percy We-EAS-ley!" He yelped out the middle of his name and turned quickly to glare at his brothers, one of which had just put down his wand. They, in turn, looked back innocently and shrugged their shoulders, but neither Percy, nor Bailey, were fooled. Bailey had seen Fred reach out and poke Percy on his backside, which is all that Percy thought happened. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't see the colorful tail feathers sprouting out behind him.

He looked back at Bailey, who was struggling not to laugh and to maintain eye contact. "As I was saying, my name is Percy. I'm Head Boy this year and, as such, was instructed to deliver you directly to Professor Dumbledore upon our arrival. I'll be waiting for you outside of Hogsmeade station." He eyed her casual muggle clothes (skirt, halter, flip-flops) with mild distaste. "I trust that by that time you will be donning your hat and robe." With that he turned and left the compartment just as he'd come in: with his nose in the air and a wand up his ass. Well, maybe not just as he came in.

By now his tail (peacock, fittingly) had grown into full plumage through his robe, and still he was oblivious to its existence. When he closed the door everyone in the compartment bit their lip or covered their mouth to keep from laughing and kept silent, straining to hear into the hallway. Three seconds later they were rewarded.

"Percy! *giggling* What are you wearing that silly thing for?"

"What? I'm not…" Silence. More giggling. Opening doors. Then—

"Fred! George!"

The compartment exploded into laughter, though none were louder than Fred and George. They heard Percy storming down the hall, and before he could reach their door the two ran out, wands in hand, and took off in the direction opposite of the Head Boy.

After Percy marched heavily past the door, Angelina, Katie and Alicia rushed after him. Bailey was right on Alicia's tail when Oliver pulled her back. She threw him an annoyed look and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her wrist firmly.

"What? Oliver, I want to see Per—"

"Did he call you Bailey Whitman?"

"Yes! Now let me go!"

"What Quidditch team did you play for?"

Bailey quit struggling and crossed her arms. Where the hell is he going with this? "The Wiamea Wailers."

He began to smile, and the hope in his eyes quickly turned into excitement. "So you're Bailey Whitman as in Bailey Whitman, the most sought after chaser of the '01-'02 season?!"

She stared at him, shocked. "You've heard of me?

His hand went through his hair again and Bailey bit her lip, desperately wishing that he would stop and praying that he wouldn't. "Of course I've heard of you! The Wailers have been featured in all the major sports magazines! You were featured in TalisMan magazine! You were the best chaser for the best amateur team in the States! I can't believe I didn't recognize you!"

Her face fell when she realized just how much Oliver knew about her, but he didn't seem to notice. "You know all that about me?"

"Yeah, you're amazing! I've used some of your moves with my own team! I can't believe you didn't say anything!" She had sat down and cradled her head in her hands, and for the first time Oliver noticed her change in attitude. "What's wrong?"

Bailey sighed and looked up at him and the grin on his face faltered a bit. She suddenly looked and felt very tired. "Oh, nothing, I was just hoping no one would recognize me, not for a while, anyway." He looked as though he was about to apologize to her, and she forced herself to smile at him. "It's fine, Oliver, don't worry about it. Actually, I'm flattered that you seem so impressed."

He sat down next to her, and Bailey forgot to be upset that her secret was revealed. She looked at him and was happy to notice that he'd become more subdued. Maybe that means he's gonna drop the subject…

"So why did you leave the team? You could have played for any team you wanted."

Damn.

She looked at her feet again and prayed that he didn't notice her discomfort. "Oh, you know, some things just get old after a while. I wanted to concentrate on my studies, and I realized that Quidditch just wasn't that important to me." Her eyes remained down until the silence stretched on for too long, and she looked at Oliver. He gave her a knowing smile. He obviously hadn't bought it.

"If that's what you say happened."

She played along and smiled innocently. "Yes, that is what happened."

Bailey expected him to turn away, say something, change the subject, question her further, but he did nothing but look at her. It was the same look he had before they'd been interrupted the first time, and now there wasn't the compartment between them. She sat back, and waited expectantly for a kiss that never came. Oliver looked away from her, and then out the window. "Looks like we're just about there. You should get your robe and hat before there's a whole swarm—"

Oliver's suggestion was cut off rather abruptly when Bailey leaned over and took his mouth with hers.