After 'the incident' as Fred now referred to it as -on the rare occasion he would bring it up-, Emma was more motivated than ever. She couldn't be sure if the person who caused the crash did it because she wasn't pure blood or perhaps because she was an easy target. She tried to ignore the possibility that someone had it out for her as best she could, especially since the only foul play since 'the incident' had been the moving staircases catching her out a few times causing her to be late for lesson.

She studied hard and worked with practical magic far harder. A professor or two had given her extra house points for working so hard, she earned twenty in one day once! Although Fred and Georges constant pranks seemed to cancel it out most of the time.

Just a few days after the incident they had used magical moving paint to draw things on the paintings littering the halls off Hogwarts. Most of them were horrified, one stern looking man had a smiling sun painted in the corner of his frame who would chuckle and fly about with glee although he seemed to be slightly fond of it and even gave the boys a nod and a small smile one time when they passed him.

Lucas had kept close in the days after, although sometimes it seemed he was just there to annoy George. He had come a long way from Emma's first meeting with him, he never mentioned how she wasn't pureblood, and seemed to have forgotten it all together.

After 'the incident' Emma decided to write another letter home, she didn't know if the school had told her parents what happened but she wanted to straighten everything out.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I don't know if the school has told you but I had a little accident in flying class, I'm fine but I thought I'd let you know. I think I asked you in my first letter but I can't be sure, do you know anyone of the last name Lowell? Totally fine if you don't but please let me know either way. Like last time I'm trying super hard, I've made more friends and I'm really enjoying myself. I hope to hear back from you soon, love and miss you

Emma x

She showed the letter to Fred, George and Aggie. So, she had other people who could see she asked about Lucas' family, although at the moment it didn't matter, he had been friendly more than not. The three friends confirmed with smirks that she had in fact asked about Lucas and if her parents didn't respond this time they were possibly avoiding the question.

Emma admitted to her friends one morning that she was scared to get back on a broom, what had happened, it was scary. She didn't like to think too hard about it but she was lucky to be okay, she could have really hurt herself. Upon admitting this George perked up and offered to help ease her back into flying. So, they arranged to meet that day after school and begin practicing.

Emma walked out onto the quidditch field to find George already there with a broom in either hand, she waved happily and he smiled back.

'You ready to get started?' George asked

'Not really…' Emma mumbled 'But, that's okay'

'Wanna ride with me first?' George asked

'Excuse me?'

'I'll ride on the front, control the broom and you can sit behind me and just get used to the feeling'

'Oh okay, sure. Let's give it a go.'

George mounted the broom and gently patted the back with a cheeky smile. Emma shook her head with a sigh and a chuckle then went and sat behind him.

'Ready?' George asked glancing back at Emma

'Sure, let's go.' Emma responded taking a deep breath and tightening her grip on the broom

George kicked off the ground quite harshly and made the broom shudder, Emma made a high-pitched squeal at the sudden harsh movement.

'You okay Emma? That was just the start, if you can't handle that maybe we should stop.' He teased

'NO! no! I'm fine' Emma said, trying to convince herself as well as George

He could clearly hear the uncertainty in Emma's voice so they stayed at the same height for a while, flying around the perimeter of the pitch until George thought Emma could handle more height. As the broom rose Emma started panting, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth in an attempt to stop herself hyperventilating.

'You wanna stop?' George asked

'No, I can do it… I just.' Emma wrapped her arms around George 'That's better'

'Yeah… it is' George whispered so Emma couldn't hear

George was glad Emma couldn't see him as his cheeks had gone a light pink, he felt Emma's arms tighten around him as they began flying about the pitch. There hadn't been much of a breeze lower down but now, they could feel the cool evening air nipping at their faces as they glided around. It wasn't too cold but you wouldn't have been able to tell with the way Emma held onto George. They continued to fly about for some time, only stopping when they noticed Fred walk onto the pitch.

They floated down gently and landed just a few feet away from Fred.

'You alright mate?' George asked

'Hi Fred!' Emma called from behind George

Fred gave them a menacing grin 'How's flying?'

'It's going great actually.' George said

'Good to hear, but tea is ready if you wanna come inside?'

'Sounds good.' Emma said, getting off the broom.

Fred gave a grin and a nod to the two before turning and heading back inside, leaving them yet again alone on the pitch.

'Was that alright?' Fred asked getting closer to Emma

'Yeah, thank you. Maybe we could do this again some time?'

For the first time Emma could recall George seemed lost for words, or more, couldn't think of a cheeky comeback. He managed to stutter out – 'Y-y-yeah, whenever you want.'

They headed to the hall standing… closer than they normally did. Occasionally swaying as they walked and bumping into each other, but when that happened they'd just smile and laugh. George tried to explain quidditch to Emma as they walked but she found it hard to keep up, though she didn't want to stop him because he was being so enthusiastic about it. He told her that he wanted to join the school team as soon as they would have him, same goes for Fred. It was nice hearing him talk about something he loves, it was the same for everyone really, when they talk about something they love they will get all exited and talk faster maybe use their arms more as they're talking. He kept talking and talking about quidditch until they got to the main door of the hall, after Fred waved them to some spare seats they sat and ate.

'Where's Aggie?' Asked Emma pensively

'I haven't seen her.' Said Fred as he buttered a bread roll

Emma looked around the hall trying to find her in the crowds of people without looking too suspicious. Just then she saw Aggie walk into the hall side by side with Lucas, it looked like they were talking but it seemed very formal. They weren't smiling of laughing, just talking, monotone and stoic. When Aggie saw Emma she smiled and waved, saying her farewells to Lucas and trotting over.

'What was that?' Emma asked cautiously

'What was what?' Aggie stated rather than questioned as she sat down beside Fred

'You were talking to Lucas all shady like' George explained

Aggie sighed as though she really hadn't wanted them to ask about her conversation with Lucas 'Well, I hate to be soppy but… I've been keeping a close eye on him recently. I don't think any of you can deny suspecting him for causing Emma's 'incident' I certainly can't. So, I've been particularly harsh on him, grilling him whenever I have gotten the chance and what you just witnessed was me agreeing to let him help me look for whoever caused the 'incident'. He's still not one hundred percent in the clear but at least now I can keep an even closer eye on him.'

There was a moment of silence between the four, that's what she had been talking about?

'You, you can just let it go.' Said Emma 'I don't want this being a huge thing'

'Em, someone hurt you and got away with it. I'm not okay with that, I'm going to look for them, you can even help if you want.' Aggie said with a caring smile

'I mean… if you can find something for me to do, I'll gladly do it, but I don't want to get in your way.' Emma said almost but not quite lost for words.

'Then I'll let you know if I need you.' Aggie smiled, reaching for a bread roll.

The four ate together happily that night, not worrying about who could have done it, or why. Not thinking about the fact, whoever did it, was in that hall. Because the questions could wait, the answers could wait, in that moment they felt as though everything and everyone could wait, for them.

Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed, George and Emma are getting closer! Are you feeling for or against that? I'd also love to hear who you think did it! Reviews are always appreciated and thank you very much for reading, until next time!