The next few weeks went by well. Rather boring, but well. At any rate, Ren preferred things calm and smooth at the moment. It was nice to settle down after all of the confusion the twins went through before transferring schools. Layla was becoming fast friends with Skye, which pleased Ren, she always liked to see her little sister reacting with other people aside from her. She felt that sometimes, even though they did need each other, it was always nice to see some fresh faces and meet new people. Ren liked Skye too, but it took longer for her to warm up to people sometimes. They didn't seem to have as much in common, therefore Ren generally didn't talk to Skye as much as Layla did.

Within due time, the first match of Quidditch was drawing closer. This was very exciting to Ren, who was a pretty big fan; they didn't play Quidditch at her old school. Which was why she didn't try out for the school team; she had never actually played herself. The game wasn't quite as popular in France as it was in Britain. There were about 14 professional teams in Britain and Ireland; whereas there were only a few in France. The Quiberon Quafflepunchers being Ren's favorite. She always got a kick out of their mentality, always flaunting themselves about in their bright pink robes. Though Gryffindor wasn't playing in this particular match, Ren was still very eager to go to a game. She had never been to an actual game before, and would only keep up with the teams through the newspapers.

Gryffindor was scheduled to play in the next match, versus Hufflepuff, meaning this game was Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. In all natural house rivalry, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were in support of Ravenclaw, leaving Slytherin to stand on their own.

"I sure hope Ravenclaw wins." Skye said, as the three walked across the dewy grass, making their way to the Quidditch field. "Slytherin is usually a very tough team, and it's rare that Ravenclaw wins." she explained.

"Looks like a nice day though." Ren said, not knowing what to say. She jerked her head up to the sky. It was surprisingly warm for the time of year, puffy clouds filled the sky, blocking out most of the sun's intense rays, but patches of light hit the earth here and there none the less.

Holding her hand up to shield the sun from her eyes, Ren glanced over to Layla, who was on the other side of Skye. She looked much less enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, but had agreed to come anyway. There was no point in staying in the Common Room all alone when everyone else would be out at the Quidditch Pitch. Mixing in with the rest of the crowd, Skye lead the two up a rickety old staircase. With every step it felt as though the stairs would collapse, but they didn't. Perhaps they were being held up by the means of magic. But that was anyone's guess. Reaching the top, Ren saw that they were at the peak of a tall wooden tower decorated in the crisp colors of Gryffindor. Masses of students were spread out on bleachers all the way around the pitch, all decorated in the appropriate house colors.

Ren didn't even notice how loud the crowd had gotten, nor the fact that the teams were on the field, until an eerie silence swept over the sea of students. Two small groups of students were huddled around the center of the pitch, doing the customary things before every game; the handshake between the two team captains, and reinforcement of rules. The crowd burst into cheers and applause once more as the teams mounted and pushed off the ground. The balls were released, and the game had begun.

Both Seekers darted off away from the rest of the players, soaring high above anyone else. This way they would be sure to spot the glint of gold they were trained to find and catch. Each Keeper made their way to the goal hoops as quickly as possible, and immediately became on guard for any and all Chasers attempting to score as they darted about playing keep-away with the Quaffle. No less than a second into the game and Slytherin had already scored. Ten to zero, Slytherin. Ren now saw what Skye had meant earlier. They really were a tough team. Ravenclaw made a short lived comeback; luckily they had a good Beater, who managed to hit a hard fast ball toward the Slytherin Keeper just as a Ravenclaw Chaser managed to reach the appropriate scoring area.

Ren was so intent she wasn't quite paying all the attention to the whereabouts of other players, at the moment she was zoned in on the Seekers, circling far overhead. It wasn't until Layla jerked her back and she heard a whistle of the wind go past her ear that she realized a Bludger had nearly hit her. Not only had she cut it close with the Bludger, but when Layla had jerked her back she had lost her balance and fell back into the person behind her; who still had their arm around her, as if expecting her to fall over again. Spinning around Ren looked to see who her rescuer was to see the red haired girl

"You ok?" the girl asked.

"I... yeah..." Ren said, still staring at the girl, not making any movement to get out of her grasp. Words had lost her. "Caught off guard." she said almost in a trance. Releasing her, the red haired girl looked down at her and smiled, resuming her game face and cheering.

Twenty minutes later and the outlook for Ravenclaw was looking grim. The score was 170 to 30, Slytherin. The only way they could possibly manage to win, would be to capture the golden Snitch, however, nothing had been seen of the Snitch since the balls were released a long twenty minutes ago.

Right on cue, there it was. The Ravenclaw Seeker was trying desperately to keep up with it, but his chase was cut short by a speeding Bludger. This lead to the Slytherin Seeker catching up and finishing where the Ravenclaw Seeker left off. Victory for Slytherin. 320 to 30.

"Ren… Are you sure you're ok?" Layla asked, as they followed the rest of the disappointed Ravenclaw supporters. "You seem a little out of it."

"I'm fine." Ren responded, her mind lingering on the red haired girl. There was something about her smile that Ren liked. She didn't feel fine however. She felt a little weak, and her hands were shaking. Her stomach was beginning to feel upset, and something just didn't feel right.

"You sure as hell don't look fine. Look at how pale you look, the color is drained right out of you."

"Thanks mom." Ren snapped, not in the mood for her younger sister to baby her.

"She is right you know." Another voice said from behind them. "You do look rather pale." Turning around, Ren saw the red haired girl walking closely behind them, obviously walking separate from her friends. Instead of saying anything to her, Ren arched an eyebrow and slowed down slightly to allow her to catch up to them. "It's Ren, right?"

Ren nodded, feeling even more sick, but not wanting to admit a weakness she continued her dispute with Layla. "I really am fine Layla; just a little tired is all."

"If you say so." Layla responded, not seeming to agree.

"It really isn't that big of a deal if you want to visit Madame Pomfrey." Skye said, "She'll just give you a quick potion and you'll be on your way."

"How many times must I say it?" Ren said getting angry "I'm fine." With that she quickened her pace, walking back to the castle a lone. It wasn't like she was angry with her sister. It was more that she was angry for not being able to think. There was something lingering in the back of her mind, and she wasn't sure what it was, but wanted to find out what exactly it was. That was one bad thing about going to school at a boarding school. There wasn't really any time to think. You were with people constantly, and rarely had time to be by yourself.

Without realizing it, Ren had managed to travel all the way back to the Gryffindor Common Room, but she didn't feel so pleased as she spewed out the password to the Fat Lady. Several other students were sitting in clots about the Common Room, so she decided to retire to her bed. Collapsing into a lump on her bed, she lazily pulled the curtains around her four poster and sighed, wondering why she felt so strange.

It wasn't until she woke to the sounds of a door slamming that Ren realized she had fallen asleep. Hoping they wouldn't disturb her, she closed her eyes once more only to let a tear trickle down her cheek. However, luck wasn't on her side and she felt cool air rush across her body as the curtains were drawn back from her bed.

"Thought you might want something to eat. I'm going to get some dinner." she heard Layla say stiffly. Ren sat up and brushed away her slow falling tears to face Layla.

"Ok." she said apathetically. "I guess I'll come too."

Layla looked at her sister's red face, full of suspicion, but she didn't say anything. Instead she turned in her place and left the room. "I'll wait for you in the Common Room"

Ren sat idly on the bed for a moment before standing up to straighten up her clothes. She sauntered over to the bathroom where she splashed some cool water on her face, in an attempt to wake up. Quickening her pace, she stumbled down the stairs to meet Layla and Skye. They walked in silence, Ren didn't like talking much in the first place, and there was an odd awkwardness between the three of them after that afternoon. Once they reached the Great Hall, Layla and Skye relaxed, but Ren didn't. She looked around the table and found the red haired girl.

"You know Ren, Audrey seemed kind of concerned with you after the match." Skye said suddenly.

"Who?"

"The one who caught you." Ren chocked on the piece of chicken she had been eating and started to cough.

"Oh..." She said weakly. "Yeah..."

"Ren is there something you want to tell me?" Layla asked sharply, noting Ren's wandering eyes.

"I... er... I guess- not." Layla didn't seem convinced, but dropped the topic, much to the relief of Ren.

After supper Ren retired once more to her bed. This time not falling asleep, but thinking. Her mind wandered from trying to mend things with Layla, to how deep down she really did miss it in France. She wondered how Layla must feel being apart from the boy she was so attached to, to how she was jealous that she couldn't love anyone like that.

Getting bored, and not wanting to become even more emotional, she finally drew back the curtains to her bed and shuffled out to the Common Room. Standing at the top of the stairs, she glanced around the room, looking for Layla. Quickly locating her, she strode over to where she and Skye sat, taking a seat on the floor across from Layla. "Hey." she said, trying to be happy. Layla gave her a nod of acknowledgement, making Ren understand how she felt toward her. Skye gave her a nonchalant wave, seeming slightly awkward at Ren's presence.

"Hi." said another voice. Looking over to the other side of Layla, Ren located the body it came from. The red haired girl. "It's Ren right?"

"Yeah..." Ren said wondering why she was there, and not with her friends. Ren didn't even know her name, why would she be with them?

"Audrey." she said, seeming to read Ren's mind.

The rest of the evening seemed rather pleasant. Though there was a bit of tension between the twins, Ren ignored it; she pushed it into the back of her mind and focused on the present. She'd deal with Layla later.

"What's with you?" Layla asked demandingly once out of earshot of anyone. The twins decided to retire to bed, Audrey had long since departed, and Skye had gone to talk to her other friends.

"What do you mean?" Ren replied, trying to cover up her emotions as they entered the dormitory.

"You know very well what." Layla said, fishing around in her trunk for her night clothes. "You've been really weird." Ren couldn't think of anything to say. She sat idly on her bed, halfway through taking off her shoe.

"I don't know." she said, being sincere.

"You have to know, you can't not know what's on your mind."

"Well, I do know, but..." Ren trailed off. She knew very well what was on her mind, but she didn't feel at liberty to discuss it with Layla. Even if she did, she couldn't put into words what she felt. She just felt.

"You've always been able to tell me whatever it is before." Layla said, pressing on. "Why not now?"

"I told you! I don't know!" Ren said desperately. "I don't know why I'm feeling like I do, and if I could, I can't describe how I feel."

Layla looked up at her sister, half way through changing, and looked at Ren with a different expression than before. Ren looked away, feeling awkward with her sister staring at her. "I guess I didn't know it was so... difficult." Layla said.

Ren said nothing for a while, then finished taking off her shoes and uniform. Crawling into bed, she felt bad for how she had been leaving Layla in the dark and had been so irritable. She sighed, drawing the curtains around her bed and settling in for the night.

"Bonne nuit." Ren mumbled pulling the covers over her head.