Moon Phases // Professor Lupin

Chapter Four

After divination she went to the quidditch pitch for practice. Paisley was a seeker, the fastest Ravenclaw had ever seen, winning practically every match they played. Except for those against Gryffindor. Paisley had a personal vendetta against the Potter boy.

That day, Roger Davies, Ravenclaw captain, set up a practice against Gryffindor so that Paisley could learn Potter's weaknesses.

"Looking good, Franklin," Fred Weasley said to her.

Fred and Paisley had another age old rivalry ever since she got him back after a prank he pulled on the Ravenclaw common room involving stink bombs. Let's just say Fred couldn't see colors for about a month after she was done with him.

"Feeling good, Weasley," she cracked her neck at him, "Nervous yet?"

"What's there to be nervous about?" He asked and boarded his broomstick, taking his position on the field. She did the same.

Being on a broomstick was a strange sensation. There was a charm that made it feel like sitting on a bicycle seat but even then the rider felt like they were constantly going to fall off. It made the game more difficult, but infinitely more exciting.

"I want a nice clean game," Oliver said from below, beginning to release the balls.

Paisley was facing Potter.

"Hey there, Potter," she began, "Let's hope the sky stays clear of dementors today, eh?"

"I'd still crush you even if I had a million dementors on me," he seethed.

"Big talk," Paisley smirked.

Finally the snitches were released and Paisley didn't give Potter a chance. Right from the start she zoomed after it leaving Harry in the dust. She followed it up and down and practically almost collided with her whole team. But that didn't stop her. She was a woman on a mission. There were several instances in which she was so close she could feel the snitch graze her fingertips, but every time she closed her fist she came up empty.

"Watch out!"

The last thing she saw was a barreling bludger headed right for her eyes.

She awoke in a hospital bed in the infirmary, surrounded by her teammates.

"Look who's up," a beater named Duncan Inglebee announced.

"Hi guys," she said, groggily, "What happened?"

"Nasty bludger wipeout," Roger told her, "It's a miracle you still have your vision."

"Who said that? Where are those voices coming from?" She joked.

"A blind joke? How insensitive."

Christina was in the corner of the infirmary.

"Chris what are you doing here?" Paisley asked.

"Oh, what? I'm not allowed to visit my housemate in the infirmary?"

"I'd rather you didn't," Paisley groaned.

The team just ignored her, knowing full well the extent of Christina's obnoxiousness.

"Madam Pomfrey says you'll be out in an hour or two," Roger told her, "We'll leave you alone to rest."

"Thanks," Paisley said and the group began to dissolve.

As much as the loved quidditch, she wasn't all that close with her teammates.

She looked over and saw Chris leaving as well. As she left, someone else entered. Her favorite professor.

"Merlin, I leave you for an hour and you get yourself concussed," he sighed, taking a seat in the chair beside her bed.