Raina watched the wind elemental carefully. Over the past few days she had been acting strangely. She was quiet and reserved and spent most of her time in the library or Dumbledore's office.

"What the hell is going on?" Raina exclaimed on day as they sat in the deserted Headmaster's office. Airiala looked up in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"You have been quiet and detached for several days now. You hardly speak, never eat in the Great Hall, and avoid contact with everyone. What's going on?"

Airiala sighed as she shut the book she had been reading. "Second step: Acceptance."

Raina raised an eyebrow. "You're serious about this? You have finally accepted…"

"Yes, I'm accepting it. I'm attracted to the man."

Raina smiled at the sad girl. "Well then, why so sad? It's a good thing."

"No," Airiala said forcefully," it's not." She stood as a breeze began to circulate the room, barely moving the pages of the open books. "I don't have time to be attracted to anyone right now. I have to find the Ultimate Truth and help Harry defeat Voldemort. I have no time to work on controlling my powers around that blasted man."

"Controlling your powers?"

Airiala looked at the girl staring at her with confused eyes. "Yes, controlling my powers. Anytime I start feeling anything, besides my usual anger, like…I don't know. Whenever my thoughts stray to…rather to unclean thoughts about him the wind begins to blow on its own, without my awareness of it."

Raina raised her eyebrows at this new information, her eyes filled with worry. "This is worse that I thought."

"What do you mean? It is just a simple attraction and once I'm gone from this place the attraction will leave too."

"Airiala…"

"Now, no more talk about him. We have work to do." With that said, Airiala picked up a nearby book and proceeded to read. Raina looked at the girl with sadness in her eyes, and a plan forming in her head.

A few hours later, Raina set her plan into motion.

"Airiala, would you do me a favor?" Harry said as Raina watched from nearby.

Airiala looked up from the book she was reading and looked at Harry with a smile. "Sure, what's up?"

Harry smiled before shoving a bottle of some strange liquid into Airiala's hand. "Take this to Professor Snape for me. I was supposed to take it myself, but an emergency Quidditch practice was called and I have to go."

Harry rushed out the door with a quick thanks over his shoulder, leaving a shocked Airiala in his wake.

Airiala went pale as she stared at the potion in her hand. She had to deliver this to the same man she only just admitted out loud that she was attracted to some few hours ago.

Her eyes charted around the library, searching for someone else to deliver this potion, but her search was in vain. The library was empty.

"Damn," she said under her breath. Wanting to get the delivery over with as quickly as possible she stood and left the library, assuring Madam Price that she would return momentarily.

That walk to the dungeon seemed shorter than usual, even though she knew it took longer than she thought. She stood before his office door foe what seemed like hours.

She was nervous. It was a strange feeling for the usually outgoing girl. She took a deep breath as she raised her hand and knocked loudly upon the door.

"Enter!" said a rather loud and annoying voice.

With more courage and determination than she knew she had, she slowly opened the door and entered the Potions Master's office.