I had to take a little break because my posted chapters were starting to catch up with my longhand ones...but now I have about 3 new chapters so expect frequent updates!

Over the next few weeks, Blake continues to spend more time with Madison and I. Of course it wasn't as much time as we would have liked, but he was in Ravenclaw and we were in Gryffindor.

One particular afternoon, the school was in an uproar. Blake cornered one of his fellow Ravenclaws to figure out the cause.

"The Quidditch game this weekend, of course!" he said excitedly. "Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

Madison instantly perked up. She lived with her Muggle father and had never seen a game of Quidditch. But blake and I shared an anxious look. Slytherin and Gryffindor...

It was definitely something to worry about. Tension was already taut to breaking point between to the two Houses. This situation would most likely snap it completely, the reverberating twangs as deadly as ever.

In the common room, everyone surrounded James, Gryffindor's Quidditch captain, eager for details on the upcoming match. (There were ridiculous rumors flying throughout the school, and I was astounded to see how many people actually believed them.) James was having difficulty shaking them off, but still seemed to be enjoying even more attention.

"I'm not saying anything, alright? You'll just have to wait till Saturday."

Eventually he detached himself from the storm of Gryffindors and made his way to where Sirius and Peter were sitting. (Madison and I were struggling through History of Magic homework nearby.)

"I can't wait for all this to be over," James sighed, though with a small grin on his face.

"Well," there's always the fights to look forward to. Did you see Michael Hunter yesterday? His nose was twice as big as his head..."

They sped off into one of those conversations that only boys can truly appreciate. I was left to my essay, and not to mention my ever-present thoughts of Remus Lupin.

Saturday arrived quickly. Madison and I battled our instincts and got up early enough to meet Blake at breakfast. He was going to sneak with the Gryffindors o watch the game with us (both Madison and I had insisted). We weren't exactly sure if he would actually come, so when we saw him waiting we were all smiles.

We began running. Madison got there first. I didn't get there at all. A few paces and i toppled headfirst over my own feet, landing right in someone's lap.

I should have expected it, what with my horrible luck. I saw all too late that I was laying across the knees of Remus Lupin.

I sprang up, wishing that instead of changing my appearance i could make myself disappear altogether.

"You alright there?"

My metamorphosing powers were no match for the blushing fit that came over me. "S-sorry," I croaked, not able to tell if he had heard me or not. I stormed off to the other end of the table. Why did he happen to be around every time I did something stupid?

Madison didn't mention the incident at all. Blake, on the other hand, seemed very interested, shooting looks at Lupin and almost laughing, but then appeared to change his mind at the last minute. I hadn't told either of them a thing about Lupin and i didn't plan to.

I cleared my throat significantly. "So...about the match..."

Blake and Madison were off, sharing their theories. I left the conversation quicker than I had started it. I stared at Lupin, like I had been doing at every meal without really knowing. Perhaps it was my imagination, but was he a bit paler than usual?

"Hey, we're going now," said Blake, shaking me from my dream state with a poke on the shoulder. Looking up I saw the Great Hall emptying quickly. I jumped up, practically chasing after Madison in a fit to get good seats.

Quidditch began normally---though we were a bit late---and it was about fifteen minutes into the game when we noticed something wrong.

"NO!" Sirius howled as the Quaffle soared from the Slytherin goal posts, marking Gryffindor's eighth try. Not one point had been scored for them, although the ball should've continued straight through the center each time.

"They've put a spell on it," Blake muttered, eyes following yet another attempt at a goal. Predictably, the Quaffle didn't make it. It fell into the hands of the captain who, looking extremely smug, went forth to score against Gryffindor.

The Gryffindor team called a time-out, huddled together, then broke apart, James nodding. Minutes later he had caught the snitch.

Madison was was thoroughly enraged. "WHAT?! Didn't any of the teachers notice that?!"

Apparently they did not.