AN: If you get all the references, I love you.

Also Evgenia/Yevgenia/Zhenya are different versions of the same name. Since it's in Russian, all three are valid translations.

It was finally the day. I was commentating my very first Quidditch match.

I'd come to the conclusion that this was good practice for when I retired and inevitably ended up commenting on a few competitions.

Lily had taken some convincing into thinking this was a good idea, but ultimately James convinced her there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Saf had actually invited me to meet the Slytherin team a few days before the match. She and Regulus were the only people in the team I knew, so I had accepted. Most of the people on the team were pretty nice, the best player by far (apart from Saf of course) was a nice Russian Fifth Year girl called Evgenia, who had come to Hogwarts last year. I'd also related to her because of the whole coming to Hogwarts late thing, and she was also the nicest person ever.

The worst player was Vanderbilt, who was an arsehole, that somehow thought he was the best Quiddditch player on Earth, and I didn't hate him just because he'd sneered at me and called me a filthy half-breed when I first met him, but it did have a lot to do with it.

But I liked the whole team in general.

Since Slytherin was playing, I was decked out in my Slytherin garb as I made my way to the commentator's booth. My friends who were not playing Quidditch tried to sit as close to the booth as they could.

I actually felt relaxed as I stared out into the stands filled with loud students and turned on the mic.

"It's Saturday, my dudes! And you know what that meansss!" I spoke into the mic, way more confidently than expected. My voice rung out through the pitch. The crowd cheered. My heart swelled. "It's time for some Quidditch!"

The roaring crowd became even louder. Right then, Coach Farizan gave the signal that the teams were ready to come out. "First from the Ravenclaw Team we have Seeker Grace Richardson!" Grace was a tiny blonde Third Year. "Next we have Keeper William Kroes!" Aw that was the little brother of a girl in my Divination class. "And now for the Chasers, the C squad, Carrie Roberts, Celine Carter and Ciaran Miller! Next up Beater, Armie Saavedra!" Armie came out in a triumphant glow, waving confidently as the crowd cheered. I decided to mess with him a little. "Ooh look at that man! I mean I'm not a slut but who knows?" The girls in the audience yelled even harder. "And now let's hear it for the Captain and Beater, Ian Fuller!"

As the Ravenclaw team flew down to stand on the field, the crowed quieted down.

I took a deep breath. "Slytherins, let me hear y'all make some noise!" I knew I was in the right house when I heard the Slytherins being just as loud as the Ravenclaw supporters, which were pretty much the other three fourths of the school, just out of spite. "First off, we have our incredibly talented Beaters, Helena Burke and Dorian Avery! Now the Big Three, our Chasers, Arthur Cho, the incomparable and beautiful Yevgenia Belyavskaya! And Cian Vanderbilt. Now for the brilliant Keeper, beautiful tropical fish, Safiya Chopra! And the Captain, Seeker Regulus Black."

After a few instructions from Coach Farizan, the game kicked off. "Alright, and Slytherin is in possession. Ooh look at Zhenya go! Yes! Show them, baby! Oh what the f - ? What the heck? Fuller, how dare you throw a bludger at Zhenya?"

Someone yelled at me from the stands. "That's how the game works, idiot!"

"I know that's how the game works, it's called humour, look it up, doofus!" I yelled back.

"Anyway, Ravenclaw has the quaffle now. And Roberts is headed right for the Slytherin goal posts and Roberts shoots and – oh! Did you see that save from Chopra?! That was fucking genius! Ugh her mind... it's so powerful, it amazes me sometimes. That was called a Magpie save, kids."

"Edwards! Language!" I heard McGonagall's voice somewhere behind me, but honestly at this point I was so into the game, I didn't even care anymore.

"Okay and Slytherin has the quaffle, oh and Vanderbilt's messed up, but Belyavskaya is right there to save his ass, and she shoots off and she shoots, and Belyavskaya scores! That's 10 - 0 in favour of Slytherin!"

Evgenia ended up scoring another three goals in a row, with some help from Arthur. In one of the rare times Ravenclaw had ended up in possession of the quaffle, one of their Beaters had thrown a bludger quite aggressively towards Saf, who was caught off guard. My heart nearly stopped as Saf fell off her broom, holding up only from the tip, she struggled for a few seconds before managing to hoist herself back onto her broom right in time to block a goal from Ravenclaw.

"That's right folks! That was a hearty attempt from Fuller but Safiya Chopra said I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me! Not today Satan! That is A Keeper!"

"Edwards!"

"Yeah, yeah, Professor. And Vanderbilt has dropped the quaffle yet again, can someone please tell me who lied to him several times and told him he was a good Chaser. Luckily we've got Belyavskaya and Cho to save the day, and Cho scores!"

The score was now a 100 to 10 and some of the Ravenclaw team was feeling pretty desperate. That's when I saw one of the Ravenclaw Chasers aggressively slam the mast of his broom against Evgenia's, almost knocking her off her broom. Who did that little shit think he was?

"What the hell?! Miller just freaking blurted Belyavskaya! If you want to score a goal you should try being a good Chaser, Miller, not fouling other people, I heard that works!"

Luckily Evgenia was granted a penalty, and our score currently sat at 130, while Ravenclaw was still at 10, it would probably be even higher if Vanderbilt hadn't been completely useless the whole match.

I swear I had nothing against Vanderbilt, he was just fucking up a lot. And I also hated him. I sighed as he failed another play. "When I die, I want Slytherin Chaser Cian Vanderbilt to lower me into my grave, so he can let me down one last time."

All of a sudden there were two high speed blurs zooming through the pitch.

"Oh it seems like both teams' Seekers have spotted the Snitch. And Grace Richardson has caught the Snitch! Ravenclaw wins!" What the fuck. Ugh I hate Quidditch.

Most of the crowd went wild.

"Alright, I just want to say that the Slytherin team played amazingly today and I am so proud of them, what a great team!"

"Slytherin lost!" Someone rudely reminded me from the stands.

"And what about it? You fu — "

McGonagall then unplugged my mic.

"Oh my god! Rainbow that was absolutely the best Quidditch commentary we've ever had!" Natalliya looped her arm through mine enthusiastically as we walked down to the lakeshore.

The match had ended about a half hour ago, and after a stern scolding from McGonagall for having sworn more than a few times during the match, I was finally free to go have a chill Saturday with my friends, who had decided, they wanted to go to the lake despite the cold.

I smiled coyly. "Wow. Thanks."

"Yeah, you come up with the most curious stuff." Tessa said.

"Oh I just watch way too much telly."

"Well, I don't really know what that is. But you were definitely saying everything that was going through my head." Bella said.

Oh that's right. Wizards don't have TV. Tragic.

On Monday I had to serve my first detention.

I had no idea what to expect with Filch. Lily had told me he hated most students, and the only reason why he didn't impart physical punishments was because Dumbledore wouldn't let him. So it's safe to say that I was starting to regret having broken the rules in the first place. Which, I guess, meant that the detention was working.

What I had not been expecting at all though, was for Regulus Black to walk through the door of Filch's office and for Filch to announce that we were to serve detention together.

My first thought had been, what had he done to get detention? My second thought was, I do not want to spend the next three hours confined in an enclosed space with Regulus Black.

I knew for a fact that Nat had also gotten detention this week for releasing dungbombs on the Slytherin Quidditch team while they practiced, and I knew for sure this detention would be a thousand times less worse if I did it with Nat... Which is probably why I wasn't serving it with her.

The tense silence between Regulus and I could be felt as soon as Filch aggressively shut and locked the door to his office.

Okay, I could get through this. We only had to organise and sort every single one of Filch's files. Why a janitor had so many files was beyond me. But I could survive this. Yes, I definitely could.

I cleared my throat. "If we divide the work I think this would go much faster. So maybe I could do... 1910 through 1949 and you can do 1950 through 1978."

"What happened to team effort?"

He was undoubtedly referencing our little Potions disagreement.

I scowled. "It is a team effort, just a separate team effort. Or would you rather I let you do all the work? You seemed eager back in class."

He didn't answer and I felt a tiny surge of accomplishment.

We both wordlessly started going through our respective piles. Filch's office was a dingy little place. With only a desk, two chairs and a cabinet for files. The fact that it was Filch's was what made it so creepy. It was also unexplainably hot in here.

Regulus had taken the chair in front of the desk and seemed already engrossed in his task. He seemed a little tired, if he weren't sorting files it would almost seem as if he were about to pass out. I could see the resemblance with his brother in some of his features, and as much as I hated to admit it, Sirius Black's annoying self was one of the finest male specimens I had ever encountered, so the fact that his brother resembled him even a little bit made him pretty handsome in itself.

Okay, seriously, why was this place so suffocating?

I stood up from my spot on the floor and pulled my school robes over my head. I grinned as I saw Black's freaked out expression.

I was wearing my workout clothes underneath. Mainly, because I found it slightly odd wearing just robes, and also so I could hurry to train once detention was over.

I'd actually had to convince Professor Vablatsky to let me miss our next two weeks of sessions because of my detention. She had seemed pissed but accepted, though I did have to stay behind after class for some quick sessions throughout the two weeks.

"Are you wearing Muggle clothes?" Regulus asked.

"Yes. In case you haven't noticed, it's inexplicably hot in here."

He'd definitely noticed, as I could see the little beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

"This is the first time I've ever felt bad for Filch. With this sauna of an office." Regulus commented.

Wait. Was he? Was he talking to me like a normal person? I had no idea what to do in this situation.

"Knowing him, he probably put a spell on the room so we'd melt to death." I replied.

Regulus almost chuckled. "I wouldn't put it past him."

My smile faded as I realised. "He can't have done that though, since he's a squib."

Regulus frowned. "Really? How'd you know?"

Oh fuck. I didn't realise that bit wasn't public information. I almost sympathised with Filch for being the only other person in this castle without magic abilities, but he's an arsehole, so. I avoided Regulus's dark eyes. "Uh, someone mentioned it."

"Hm."

"Why do I feel like although he's the caretaker he has never once cleaned this room. I'm genuinely scared to sit on this floor." I changed the subject quickly.

"Why don't you sit on the chair then?"

I scoffed. "I'd rather sit on this dirty ass floor than on Filch's chair."

With a defeated sigh, I sat down on the floor, trying to avoid making direct skin contact with the floor.

As I started going through the papers, I could hear Regulus shuffling on his work area, and a second later I felt a presence looming over me.

"Come on, we're switching places." Regulus said.

"Oh no, that's okay – "

"Edwards." Regulus gave me a look. "Just sit on the chair."

I said nothing but quickly grabbed my box of files and stood up. Standing so close to Regulus made me realise how tall he actually was. My heart fluttered. Ugh, calm down bitch.

By the time we finished, only two hours had passed. One would figure we could leave, or Filch would give us some more work until the three hours were up. But Filch hadn't even checked up on us.

"So, do we just wait for Filch?" I asked.

"I guess so." Regulus said.

I exhaled loudly and looked at the clock on the wall. Forty minutes until Filch liberated us. I retied my hair, as it was almost completely out of its bun and sang quietly to myself. "It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."

I finished tying my hair to see Regulus staring at me with a small frown of confusion. I tried to hold back a blush. "Just a little tune I've heard, seemed fitting."

I couldn't even remember where I'd heard it before.

"You're a half-blood, right?"

I tensed at Regulus's question. "Yeah, my mum was a witch, and my dad was a Muggle."

"Were?"

"Yeah, they're dead. That's why I finally came to Hogwarts?"

"Why didn't you come when you were eleven?"

I shrugged. "I was very sickly as a child, my parents didn't think it would be a good idea for me to come here, so I didn't." Plus, technically, I hadn't gotten an acceptance letter.

Regulus nodded and we stayed in silence for a while.

It was about ten minutes later that Filch finally came back and let us go.

The sound of my blades against the ice was the most beautiful sound on Earth. There was nothing more calming to me than that sound. I let the cold embrace me as I did a three turn and picked the ice behind me with my right foot for a flip jump.

As I landed, I felt the ice beneath my blade give out. My heart dropped to my stomach as the ice crumbled beneath me with a sickening crack. But, how could this happen?

My whole leg went down into the whole I'd created and the ice water made me shiver. Soon enough, the rest of the ice started breaking into huge chunks to reveal water underneath. I tried to hold on to a chunk of ice as the lower part of my body went into the water. The cold was making it very hard to move and the ice I was holding onto was quickly melting.

There was no way I was going to survive this. The cold was way too much. The skates tied securely to my feet were dragging me down. And I couldn't see land anywhere I looked.

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as I went under. I tried hard to kick but my legs were almost frozen stiff, and my skates felt like anchors tied to my feet.

All of a sudden, there were two strong arms enveloping me, and carrying me out of the water.

I started warming up as soon as I got out. The man who'd rescued me held me close to his chest as I cried. He rubbed my arms to help me warm up and gave a tender kiss to my forehead.

"You gave me a good scare there, Rainbow." The man said in a deep soft voice.

I finally looked up at him. It was Regulus Black. The tender look in his grey eyes was making me feel some type of way.

My eyes widened as I stared at him.

"Rainbow! Rainbow! Wake up, you're gonna be late for History."

I opened my eyes to Saf standing over my bed, trying to shake me awake.

What the hell had that dream been?

"You missed breakfast. We figured we'd let you sleep, you must've come back pretty late last night, we were already asleep. We brought you something to eat, but if you don't wake up now, you're going to be very late." Bella said as she handed me a piece of toast and set a glass of pumpkin juice on my nightstand.

"Yeah, thanks. What time is it?" I asked groggily.

"Ten to nine," replied Saf. "Jem's downstairs, he said he'd walk to History with you."

"Oh, tell him to go to class, I'll probably be more than a little bit late. I want to shower."

"Won't Binns be mad you're late?" Saf asked.

"He literally won't even notice if I come in late."

"Okay, if you say so. I gotta say, you've turned out to be more of a little rebel than what I thought when I first met you." Saf smiled at me.

The girls bid their goodbyes and left for their respective classes. I wouldn't say I needed to shower before going to class, I could make it in time if I really wanted to. But I really didn't want to.

I showered to try to forget about the odd dream I just had, but I'd had a hard time. It specially didn't help that I had History of Magic with Regulus, and only three other people.

It was then that I remembered we'd actually been studying dream interpretation in Divination. Professor Vablatsky had even given me a dream journal, that they apparently used for class year round. I very rarely dreamed, so I had figured I'd just make up what I dreamt, or maybe ask someone who wasn't in the class to tell me what they had dreamt. But since coming to Hogwarts I'd been having an odd amount of dreams. I had no idea why, maybe Mercury was in gatorade or whatever. I'd have to ask Professor Vablatsky.