After dinner in the Great Hall, students tried to appear discrete as they moved off to the corridor that had the tapestry of Barnaby the Barmy. With the news of a place being found for their practices, came the instruction to try and not be seen. People decided to go in twos down the corridor in order to not raise suspicion and thought long and hard about what they wanted, causing the room the materialise in front of their eyes and let them through. They gawked at the high ceiling and grand chandelier that lit up the otherwise grey room. Mirrors panelled the walls to give the illusion that the space was infinite, reflecting everyone's hanging jaws and circled eyes.

"Now we need to come up with times of the week that'll suit everyone," Harry stated once he had gathered the group, standing at the front with Hermione and Ron by his side.

"Before that, we need a name," Ginny said and a ripple of murmurs started up. The parchment that had everyone's signature (including the cat doodle that George added after Blair's last name) was pinned to the wall next to the entrance, showing the commitment of over fifteen students.

"We're not a superhero group," one of the Muggleborn boys mumbled, but was overpowered by the calling out of names.

"What about 'the Ministry are morons' club?"

"I like Umbridge's bruised eye socket."

"What about the Defence Association?"

"I like the DA initials," Ginny's louder voice caused the pointless suggestions to stop, nodding towards Cho who had suggested the only suitable name. "What about Dumbledore's Army? It's what the Ministry's most afraid of."

"Brilliant," Harry beamed, causing lots of looks to be exchanged between Ginny's siblings.

"Brilliant. Ginny is so amazing," Fred whispered in a voice that was supposed to be Harry's.

"I love you, Harry. Kiss me like The Boy Who Lived should," George sang back, the light chatter in the group letting their mocking go unheard by most. Blair nudged the two in their sides but couldn't stop the small chuckle from their high voices.

Hermione took down the long parchment and wrote the name 'Dumbledore's Army' across the top, before pinning it back up on the wall. It was refreshing to see the official document that bound the group to the secrecy of The Room of Requirement. With the school breaking up before their eyes with Professor Dumbledore being suppressed by the Ministry, Trelawney getting fired and being replaced with Firenze the centaur and Umbridge stomping around making everything against the rules, it felt good to feel a part of something.

"Okay so, we need an evening that's good for everyone," Harry started again.

"It can't be on Thursdays. We've got practice," Angelina stated.

"Or on Friday, 'cos that's our practice," Blair added.

"Not on Tuesday either," Zacharias Smith rolled his eyes.

"Right well..." Harry cleared his throat. "How about Wednesdays then?"

A few nods were given throughout the group, making Harry sigh in relief. Through all the Quidditch practices and other commitments, it was surprising to get a day that suited everyone. Blair did have patrolling duties on Wednesday nights, but hopefully their meetings would be done before curfew. And she supposed another obliviating spell would be acceptable on Fletcher if he saw she wasn't doing her patrolling as soon as the clock stroke ten at night.

"Great. I guess we'll start with protections spells," Harry nodded and held his wand between his hands. "Everyone get into pairs."

Blair made sure to push George over to Fred while she made her way over to Mina. Nancy and Poppy had paired up and left the girl to look around hopefully for a spare person. And Blair knew that Fred would want to pair up with his brother, so she hurried over to the wandering Ravenclaw.

"You up for it?" she asked as she stepped in front of Mina, making her beam.

"Of course!"

Harry demonstrated the Protego spell and said that he had learnt it for the tournament last year. He explained that it was probably one of the easiest spells he had learnt and that it would be good to master first before diving into attacking spells. Instead of duelling to perfect the spell, one person would throw a harmless pillow at another and give them time to cast a field in front of them. The pillow would bounce off and not cause any harm to anyone, making it the perfect practicing strategy.

"Ready?" Blair made sure, holding the pillow. Mina nervously switched her weight from foot to foot, her wand in hand and ready to cast. She nodded, causing Blair to throw the pillow at her.

"Proteg- oof!"

Blair winced as the pillow hit Mina square in the face, her hair spraying across her cheek from the impact. The field hadn't even had time to form before the pillow made Mina lose all concentration. Multiple people in the room got a face full of cushions, but the few spells that had been cast caused a collective 'boing!' sound. Pillows hit the ground and students applauded themselves for performing the spell correctly.

"Good! Some of you have got it," Harry cheered. "The trick is trying not to flinch. You have to believe that you can protect yourself from whatever it is coming towards you."

After the lesson, most people had been able to cast a small portion of an invisible field. Pillows were bouncing everywhere and the few who still struggled suffered dizzy spells. But most felt confident they could improve and hopefully start deflecting light hexes next lesson.

"Well done, everyone! We'll meet back here next Wednesday!" Harry grinned and brought out his map, seeing if the coast was clear for everyone to head back to their dormitories. "If everyone can go in pairs again, we'll all get back unseen."

"Thank you, Harry!"

"See you, Harry!"

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It was finally time for the much anticipated Quidditch game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Hufflepuff had lost to Slytherin, which meant the ironically cheating team would go on through to the next match to verse whoever wins the next game. Even though both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw didn't want to verse Slytherin, there was the sense of accomplishment they craved that came with winning matches. Especially since Gryffindor considered Ravenclaw it's equal in Quidditch, it was now the sense of who can go that extra mile to either catch the snitch earlier or score the most goals to put them ahead in the competition.

"What a classic case of Romeo and Juliet!" Poppy exclaimed when George and Blair walked into the Great Hall with their Quidditch gear on. The hall was already littered with burgundy and blue silk robes that divided the two teams. The Hufflepuff table was also joining in on the anticipation, but the Slytherins couldn't care less about the game. They only sneered at the excited first year Gryffindors that ran up and down the aisles, sticking their legs out occasionally and causing several trips to the hospital wing. But luckily, Professor McGonagall had seen the acts and started issuing out some suitable detentions, making sure to let Professor Umbridge know that only the cleaning of the chalkboards would do as a punishment.

"You are not sitting at the Gryffindor table today, Blair," Nancy shook her head and grabbed Blair's flowing blue robes. The girl had just begun to head off with George to the group of burgundy robes, but was yanked back and pulled towards her rightful table.

"She's right, sweetheart. See you on the pitch!" George waved with a shrug, before heading to his team.

"This is a day for house pride!" Nancy insisted, putting only blue foods on to Blair's plate. "Blue's the colour of the day. No red, yellow or green here!"

"This is just blueberries with... waffles dyed blue," she pointed at the plate in front of her, cringing at the smell that was flowing from a dish that was nearby. "And is that blue cheese?! At breakfast?!"

"We're very proud about being Ravenclaws and you should be too," Mina said seriously. Blair cringed and made sure to push the plate of blue cheese away and nibble at the chemically dyed waffles. But then again, when are waffles ever bad?

"So, what's the game plan for today?" Poppy asked. "Any cool formations? Any sneaky attacks?"

"Ask Roger," Blair shrugged. "I don't take much notice of the plans. All of those formations don't really do anything during the games. I usually just talk with Anthony and Roger before the game, tell them what I'm going to do and then do it."

"Right... well we're rooting for you!" Mina beamed, Poppy and Nancy nodding along encouragingly.

Heading down to the pitch, the Ravenclaw team crowded together while Madam Hooch spoke to Angelina, the Gryffindor captain. The stadium was littered with supporters and flags with the colours of blue and bronze as well as burgundy and gold. Winter had already settled in even though it was only just approaching the end of November. Snow still caked the grounds and the pitch had been temporarily cleared for the game, but it would soon be a futile attempt with the amount of powder falling from the sky.

"Its blood freezing," Fred grumbled in the group huddle, putting his gloved hands into his armpits for warmth. "Can't believe we're playing in this."

"We'd play even if the Forbidden Forest was on fire, Weasley," Angelina shot back. "This is nothing compared to what Wood used to make us play in."

George glanced over towards the huddle of blue robes and saw the jersey he was looking for. The jersey with the name 'Rosier' and the number three stood in the huddle, the black ponytail's ends skimming across the letters. Blair listened to Roger's pointless drivel of strategies that only one half of the Beaters and Keeper took into consideration. She looked over her shoulder for something to look at for the next few minutes and caught George's eyes, perking up at the sight of them.

"Hello! Is your discussion as boring as mine?" she asked with a half sarcastic and half serious grin.

"Indeed so," George called back. "Want to have our own... discussion?"

Blair shuffled away from her team and George glanced at his own team, inching across the greenery with a drag of his right leg. The two met in the middle and entwined their pinkies behind their backs. From the stands of the stadium, you would see two small groups of red and blue with one of each cluster meeting in the middle. Some onlookers assumed that a purple shade would form from the mixing of colours, but then they realised it was just the star-crossed lovers of Hogwarts.

"You kind of look like a ripening capsicum in your robes," Blair mentioned, ruffling George's orange hair.

"Um well you look like an abnormally black-headed blueberry," he fought back, swatting away Blair's hand and wrapping her ponytail around his wrist. He gave a small tug and her head whipped backwards, making her stumble and yelp aloud.

"That hurt, you tit!" she cried.

"Better get used to it," he chuckled before leaning down to her ear. "I'm sure we'll be celebrating tonight, if you know what I mean, baby."

"George! Get over here!"

George sauntered off over to his team that were mounting their brooms and heading up into the sky. The smirk that was on his face made the blush that was already building up on Blair's face deeper and into a shade that was identical to the Gryffindor Quidditch robes. Even though Blair had been confident in the safety of George's dorm room, being on the Quidditch pitch and having George hinting to pulling her hair during sex didn't bring the same confidence. They hadn't yet discussed or experienced... erotic things that would... spice up their intimate times. But seeing that George suggested such things, maybe they could start-

"Hurry up, Blair!"

She jumped on to her broom and joined her team in the air. The Chasers took their places and the quaffle was thrown up, causing a flurry of robes to whisk towards the centre. Katie Bell had gotten there a second quicker and took the ball, flying towards the goals. The Ravenclaw Beaters tried to deflect her but failed when Katie threw the quaffle towards Alicia Spinnet. Roger tried to intersect Spinnet, but was hit by a bludger sent by Fred. This lead to Alicia scoring the first goal and setting the Gryffindor side of stadium off into a cheer.

Because of the first goal being within the first few minutes of the game, Blair decided that she was going to step up her game now instead of surprising everyone later. She had wanted the Gryffindor team to think that she had lost her touch and was giving them the advantage, before spurting out and scoring at least four goals in a row. But the smug looks she was being sent by both Fred and George made her want to show what she could do and that Gryffindor weren't as great and untouchable as they thought they were.

"Come on, Rosier!" George shouted from above, hanging off his broom with a childish grin. "I thought you said you were good at Qudditch."