"Will you ever wake up?"

Andi shook herself awake and looked around in the darkness. There was a shadowy figure on the other side of the room. She glanced at the girls, but they were all in bed, fast asleep. The shadow crossed her room quickly and sat down on her bed. The light from the moon outside came through the cracks in the curtains and illuminated Oliver's face.

"Sh. I'll have to leave if you start yelling and then we'll never get out to the pitch," he said. Andi had no idea what he meant. She had wanted flying lessons, but she didn't think that he meant in the middle of the night.

"Come on Keeva, I'm not sure why you're even in bed, it's only eleven," he said, extending his hand. Andi was sure that she was dreaming. Numb to whatever was about to happen, she took his extended hand and let him lift her out of bed.

"I thought guys couldn't get up here?" asked Andi. Oliver smiled.

"I guess the wrong guys tried," he replied. Andi shook her head.

"I'll have you know I went to bed early because I have classes tomorrow. So do you," she asked.

"You wanted flying lessons," he replied. As he stepped further into the light, Andi saw that his eyes shone with excitement. His eyes were a dark brown, but there was a fire somewhere in them, somewhere so deep behind his eyes that it flickered and disappeared if Andi looked directly at him.

"Come on: one chance only. I have to do this now, because it's getting up to try-outs. The pitch will be booked and you'll miss your chance," Oliver said, totally unphased. He smiled as she pulled her sheet around her.

"I must be dreaming," Andi said to herself. Oliver laughed quietly.

"Shut up Oliver, you'll wake up Katie and Angelina!" whispered Andi, hitting him in the shoulder. Oliver rolled his eyes.

"I've told you, no one calls me Oliver," he said.

"Alright, alright. This is ridiculous, but since I need to not look like an idiot at tryouts, I'm coming," she said, getting up. "Turn around and I'll put something on." Oliver smiled and turned around. Andi pulled open a drawer and took out a shirt and jeans. She slipped her pyjamas off and put the new outfit on quickly. She re-braided her hair and turned back to face him.

"You ready to go?" he asked her. She nodded.

Oliver dragged Andi down the stair into the common room two at a time and out to through the portrait-hole.

Eventually they made it to the pitch. Andi was out of breath and her sore ankle had only made the trip more arduous. Oliver went into his office and returned with two brooms that were in markedly better condition than Fred and George's.

"Are you ready?"

"Of course," she said, putting a leg over the broom. She thought about rising and the broom lifted off the ground gently.

She zoomed around the pitch on the broom, with Oliver following behind her.

"I'm not really sure how to stop!" yelled Andi. Oliver pulled up next to her and put a hand on the broom. It slowed to a stop.

"You okay?" he asked. Andi nodded.

"I loved that," she said. Oliver smiled.

"Can I try something with the balls? I know I'm still shaky, but I'll go slowly I promise," she said. Oliver nodded and sped to Madam Hooch's office for the practice balls.

"We'll try you out as chaser first," said Oliver, taking the quaffle out. He tossed it to her and it bounced off of her head.

"What was that?" he asked, laughing. Andi lowered her broom to his level as he dove to grab the falling ball.

"I was a goaltender in football. It's my nature to either catch it or bounce it back and headers are my specialty," she replied sheepishly.

"Well get in front of the hoops then," he said.

Carefully and slowly, Andi directed her broom towards the goal hoops at the end of the pitch. She hovered, still wobbling a little bit, in front of the centre hoop. Oliver lobbed the quaffle at her. She caught it and threw it back.

"Good. Try this," Oliver called, backing his broom further away. He began to speed up and threw the ball at the hoop farthest from her. Andi sped towards it and knocked the quaffle away, but she couldn't stop herself from slamming into the post.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" she cried, cupping her nose. It wasn't broken but there was blood all over her shirt.

"I'm really sorry. I should be teaching you basic handling skills," said Oliver, putting an arm around her shoulders to steady her.

"It's not your fault. I wanted to try this. It's okay Oliver," she replied.

"I've told you a million times I hate the name Oliver," he mumbled. Andi rolled her eyes.

"Fine, Malcolm."

"Whatever, Keeva I just thought you showed potential as a keeper. The only thing is, we don't need one," he said slowly. Andi sighed. It seemed like her kind of luck.

"Here, I' know what will cheer you up. Follow me," said Oliver, pulling away from the hoops slowly. Andi, holding her nose with one hand and the broom handle in the other, followed lamely.

He led her to the top of the stands and hopped off his broom. Andi followed suit, stumbling slightly. She shivered as she looked at the broom she'd discarded on the bench next to her. She had so wanted to be a chaser like her mam.

"You cold?" asked Oliver. Andi shook her head.

"No, I'm in a T shirt and jeans in a Scottish winter. I'm sweating to death," she said a little too caustically. "You stole me out of the dorm before I could grab my coat or my purse."

"Give me a minute," said Oliver. He rubbed his hands together, and took his wand out of his jacket pocket. He whispered something and Andi's jacket appeared in his hand.

"Here," Oliver whispered. He held out a blue jacket in his right hand. Andi snatched it from him, utterly shocked.

"How- where- how did you get it back?" she asked, slipping the jacket on. Oliver smiled.

"It's a simple enough charm," he said. Andi smiled and her nose started to drip again.

"Got anything for nosebleeds?" she asked. Oliver shook his head.

"Madam Pomfrey refuses to teach me because she wants kids to go to her in case of serious head injuries or something. I think it's rubbish. Just keep your head down for a second," he said. Andi went to stand up and tripped over the broom. She caught the front of Oliver's jacket as she slipped. Seeing that she was using him as a support, Oliver smiled and picked her up.

"No. No, no please put me down, put me down!" yelled Andi, laughter escaping between each angry word. Oliver smiled and dumped her onto the floor. Andi gasped.

"Oh," was all she could say as she looked out over the pitch for the first time.

"Do you want to see something amazing?" Oliver asked. Andi nodded, moving to her feet. Oliver waved his wand.

The castle lights dimmed. They faded until everything was totally dark. Andi looked up as stars blossomed before her. Thousands and thousand of stars, all clustered around one another, so many that they overlapped and fought for space in the sky. Andi couldn't find any words. Oliver smiled at her.

Oliver twitched his wand at the sky again, and light burst forth in ribbons.

"That's-," Oliver cut her off.

"I know. The northern lights," he said quietly. Andi pressed herself into his side and watched the ribbons of hazy green light move slowly in the sky like lighthouse clouds. She looked at him in wonder.

They stood there for a long time, hanging off the edge of the stands, standing on the edge of the sky. Eventually, Andi's eyes began to droop.

"I think it's time to get you back," said Oliver. Andi shook her head.

"I don't want to yet. Let's stay awhile," she whispered. Oliver shook his head.

"No. Time's up," he said, the depths of his eyes shining with their fire. Andi frowned deeply.

"Can we do this again?" she asked. Oliver smiled.

"Sure thing Keeva," he replied. Andi smiled and rubbed blood away from the edge of her nose. She noticed that she had bled on Oliver too, but he didn't seem to mind.

Hey! I want to keep this story going, and I'd like to say a huge thanks to those who followed and favourited! Reviews are great and so are you for reading this! Thanks a bunch. Also, I take requests for HP oneshots and Newsies one shots.

Yours in reading,

~Kit~