(A/N: I know, I know... nearly a month? time flies when exams are on! hopefully a LONG chapter will make up for it!)

Over in Ravenclaw tower, Roger Davies turned to look at his fellow House Parent "Is it sad that we don't have any of the drama of Gryffindor yet?"

Jasmine Clearwater turned to look at him, and pushed her glasses back up her nose, screwing up her face "I don't think so Roger. Quite the opposite actually, I believe we should commend our students for being so studious and not causing such mayhem."

"Yes, well that's all very well and good, but Jasmine, I don't think that our job is to sit back and merely let them be. You know how much I love my house," at this, she shot him a look over the top of her glasses, which he met with a clearing of his throat and a chuckle – "as I was saying, I do love Ravenclaw. But, Jas, you yourself have to admit that we could do with a bit more bonding time."

Startlingly, she agreed "I'll call everyone down for a meeting. They won't like this Roger, not with exams next term."

Marcus Flint shot a furtive glance over his shoulder as he shut the door to his room. Grinning to himself, he noted that no-one had managed to follow him back to disrupt his peace. Paradise.

"You aren't really that thick, are you Flint?" sent Marcus flying off of his bed onto the floor, before sending a few choice words at the woman in his room. "Hello, Gabrielle, to what do I owe the ruddy 'pleasure'?"

She scowled at him from her position on his bed, "Marcus, we have to do something about the children. They're becoming disillusioned, I think we should do what Dumbledore suggested – have some bonding time or something." As she talked, she strode around his room running her finger over various objects of his. She stopped when she came to the door, placing her hand on the knob she turned around and flashed him a grin, "Be a jem and fix something up won't you?"

Then, with a flip of her blonde ponytail, she slammed the door behind her and Marcus Flint collapsed onto his bed with a sigh.

Erin Black hated her alarm clock. Yes, that's right – hated. With a passion. Even now, as she was coming to the end of her teenage years, she found it incredibly hard in the morning to wake up and start the day. So the knock on her door, one Wednesday morning during the middle of September, was certainly not a welcome one. Sitting up, she moved to put her dressing gown as the person at the door knocked again, rather insistently.

"Coming! Coming... one second." She sighed, running her hand quickly through her hair; there on her doorstep stood a frantic looking first-year who she'd run across before – one Sian MacMillan. Worried at the look of the girl, Erin moved to bring her inside but Sian interrupted, "Sorry Erin, I wouldn't'a came so early, only Emer O'Laughly's in a bit o' panic o'er the flying lessons we's got today. She's got 'erself in a right state, and I don' think she's breathing proper." (A/N: Crikey. I'm bad at this whole accent thing, if you can't understand it just let me know and i'll change it back to plain English. Just to let you know, Sian's sort of Scottish/Irish.)

Erin's eyebrows creased as she made sense of what the harried girl had said in one breath, before she quickly shut the door behind her and set her hands on Sian's shoulders, bringing her face down to the girl's level.

"It's okay Sian, now what I need you to do for me is run and find Oliver – he'll probably be in the Great Hall or at the Quidditch Pitch. After you find him, just tell him what's happening and that I need him to bring me a camomile tea and some sweets, he'll know why. Then, go and find Professor McGonagall and tell her that I'm taking care of the situation, but to come up if she feels it's necessary. And, sweetheart, don't worry too much, I'll get Emer sorted. Now, off you go poppet."

Sian smiled a small smile up at Erin, her eyes beginning to water, "Yes'm." And with that, she took off down the stairs, Erin hot on her heels. When she reached the First Year dorm, she found quite a crowd gathered around the doorway; a few of the girls were panicking themselves into the same state as Emer. "Scuse us, guys. Ooh, Wotcher. Coming through! Thank-you." Finally, she managed to get through to where Emer O'Laughly was on her bed, arms clutching desperately at the sheets as she gasped for air.

Erin looked around the room, and got one of the Seventh Year girls to clear most of the crowd away and into the Common Room. "I need a paper bag, does anyone have a brown paper bag?" A small looking redhead with glasses walked up with an empty Honeydukes bag, and Erin grabbed it from her, shooting the little girl a grateful smile.

Rubbing circles into Emer's back, she placed the paper bag over the girl's mouth and spoke calmly as she instructed her to breath gently "Shh... it's alright... breathe, yes, that's it... good girl! You're doing an excellent job."

Slowly, the young girl managed to regain some of her colour, and her breaths began to slow down as the paper bag moved in and out. Just as she was removing it from her mouth, in skidded Oliver who looked like he himself was going to pass out. Placing his hands on his knees, he wheezed as Erin and Emer chuckled at him,

"The...tea's...coming... *cough*... why are... you... laughing... at...me?"

The two girls disregarded him as the elder turned to look at the youngest, worry etched over her face "How are you feeling, Ems? Any numbness, tingling or weakness? How about spotty vision? Maybe we should take you down to the Hospital Wing, Poppy would have an absolute fit if she found out I'd self-treated you."

Emer smiled at the older girl "I'm fine, honestly. I just had a bit of a freak-out. We start our flying lessons today and, you know, I had a nightmare. I was falling and it wouldn't stop and... well yeah. Thanks for helping me Erin, you too Mr Wood."

Oliver chuckled, then started laughing at the young girl's reaction to the tea cup appearing on her night-stand. He watched as Erin instructed the younger girl to drink the tea, it'd help with the nerves and then gave her a hug before standing up – "Any more problems with those pesky dreams or even flying, don't hesitate to come find me Ems, or even Oliver, alright?"

Emer nodded emphatically, smiling from behind the tea cup.

"Lastly, goodluck. It'll be fine."

Shutting the door to the First Year Girls Dorm, Oliver shot a bewildered, yet amused, look at Erin. "You get 'Erin' and a hug and I get 'Mr Wood'?"

Erin smirked at him as they both moved upstairs towards their Common Room; shrugging, she said "I tutor her sometimes, she's a really good kid. I can understand the whole flying nightmare for her, she lost her Mum to a Quidditch incident when she was only little."

Oliver's face sombered quickly as he shook his head, "Poor lass. 'tis understandable then, that she'd be havin' the attacks. I don't think I could ever get over that, and I love Quidditch."

Erin smiled sadly at him, "I know Ol', I'm just glad she's doing alright. Thanks for your help by the way, you're a lot more capable now with panic attacks than you were whenever I used to have 'em. You even remembered that the tea needs to be lukewarm and not boiling. Good work!"

He looked up at her quickly, before looking down at his hands, "I used to get so scared back then, you were one of the most calm and collected people I knew, I couldn't imagine what was causing them. I think I was too quick to judge, I know what they're about now though."

"Ollie, you were a lot more help than you think you were. You provided a bit of comic relief at least. Now, I'm going to go and get changed and then we can start on the plan for the group excursions."

"But!" he protested, "I love the quidditch pyjamas! They're adorable."

Blushing, she looked down to see that she was, in fact, wearing her pyjamas that depicted a cartoon Quidditch game happening. She pulled the shorts further down on her legs and crossed her arms over her singlet, "Oh hush. I'll be down in a minute."

As she bolted up the stairs, she could hear Oliver laughing behind her. Coming into her room she caught sight of herself in the mirror and groaned; her pyjamas should have been retired a fair few years ago, her hair remained in the bun she'd slept with it in but it looked like a birds-nest and her whole body seemed to be covered in a crimson blush. Sighing, she flopped backwards onto her bed and mentally groaned at what Oliver must have thought of her.

"Fred? Hellloooooooooooo? EARTH TO FRED?" shouted Katie Bell as she took a seat in front of her best-friend at Gryffindor Table. Startled, he looked up at her with a grin on his face "Kates! You're talking to me! I knew you'd come around!"

"Didn't have much of a choice, did I? Tell me, Fred, how is it you managed to get the same detentions as me for the next 3 months?"

"That's for Filchy-baby and myself to know, and you to never find out."

"Fred, I'm warning you! You'd-" But Katie never got to finish her sentence because Angelina, Alicia, George and Lee all arrived at the table and sat down together around herself and Fred – causing a lot of noise. George took one look at Katie's expression, followed by a glance at Fred before nudging Alicia in the side and chuckling at the two.

"Merlin, you two aren't fighting again are you? I love you both, really, but this has to stop."

"Alicia, love, they can't help it. It's the only way to let out all the pent-up sexual tension. They either fight or they snog."

"GEORGE!" came a chorus of voices, followed by a few whacks of George's body and Fred's promise of revenge.

"Either way, you two have to work something out... I'm ready to throttle you both. And, as your Quidditch Captain, I order you to figure it out. Effective immediately." Angelina said, a big grin making its way across her face.

"Ugh, fine Ange. But if you end up with one beater down, I am not taking responsibility for my actions. Just remember, it's on your conscience."

"Yes Katie, I understand. Now, shoo." she waved her hands at the two of them as Katie dragged a remorse-full looking Fred out of the Great Hall.

George turned to look at her, shaking his head "I hope you realised you just signed my brother's death warrant. Yes? Okay then, as long as you know." Alicia turned towards him, "I hope they work it out, I hate seeing them like this. I mean, I know they're not fighting, fighting - but it's not the same, you know?"

(A/N: Yes, Alicia, we know *shakes head sadly* Okay guys, that's it for now. Feel free to leave reviews please :) They certainly make my life, but if you have any ideas that can really help too! Any problems, either leave it in a review or PM me. Danke schon!)