I woke up. Oliver was already up. "You're late Sense," a voice growled who I instantly recognized. I shot out of bed, at Juan's call. He sounded ticked. It seemed sometimes that the sixteen year old only had two extremes. Anger and Pain. Well not Pain, exactly, but the 'downtime' when Anger wasn't present. I followed him out. Instead of going straight to the Quidditch pitch, as I had expected he took me to a separate room.

"What are we doing here?" He ignored me and closed the door. He turned back toward me and stood so that his brown gaze met mine. Juan's eyes darkened... with... pain?

"Sullivan," he began. "No one can know about what you saw when I was with the Thestral. Keep it secret between us three."

"But why?" He turned around and gazed at the wall for awhile.

"Just keep it secret okay?" To be honest, I was kind of surprised. Juan sounded so desperate. And he was my PREFECT, mind you. I also had realized he'd called me by my first name, not my surname as he usually did. He turned back to face me. "And also keep this a secret," he said taking out the bottle of the dark liquid.

"I guess you saw us," I said, guiltily. He looked at me.

"To be perfectly straight with you, a bush isn't a very good hiding place."

"Oh." I looked away. "By three do you mean Alder, me and you?" Juan gazed at me.

"Yes," he said and without giving me a chance to reply, he took my hand and dragged me out of the room. "Remember, secret." We remained silent on the way to the Quidditch pitch. Juan returned to being ticked. Juan confused me, I'm just gonna say that now. First Anger then he would open up, but then the next morning he'd be back to normal as if no conversation had happened. His brown eyes scanned the Quidditch pitch, seeing the others in the team. We walked over. Juan's brown hair shone auburn in the sunlight. "Team," he barked. "Our match against Ravenclaw is coming up, so I want no slouching. Bentley! Wake up!" The Slytherin straightened at the prefect's command. Juan looked at the others. Tristan Bentley looked terrified. I might've forgotten to mention, Slytherin still feared their prefect.

"Sorry," Tristan murmured but Juan didn't hear him. Juan led the way onto the pitch. We all took our positions. Juan turned around on his broom to face us, his gaze hard.

"Slytherin B, Listen up. Ravenclaw is smarter than us, so what should we do to beat them?" We looked at Juan, confused. He usually never asked our opinion. "No one? Fine. Here's what we do..." He told us the plan he had to defeat Ravenclaw. "Up! To your positions!" We were already in our positions. "Sense, over here, next to Bentley!" I obeyed flying over to Tristan. "Good now..." We practiced for a bit using his strategy. Juan's expression was neutral as he watched me. I gulped. He wanted me to keep it secret. He wanted Alder and I to keep his secret, a PREFECT'S secret. I finished my part of the strategy and flew down to the ground.

"You were great up there!" Alder commented and I walked away with him.

"I just had the weirdest conversation with my prefect..." I said. Alder gazed at me.

"Really? About what?"

"About how...." I whispered the rest. "We must keep what I saw with him and the Thestral a secret. Oh and the dark liquid in the bottle."

"Oh." I didn't notice Juan had walked up behind us.

"Promise, you'll keep it secret?"

"Yes." Juan smiled. It was the first time I'd seen him smile.