I held up the Quidditch robes in front of my body. A little big, but it would do. The robes were dark grey with white outlines. A falcon was embedded into the chest. I looked down at the back of the jersey. I beamed with pride. The number 4 was etched into the back and right above that was the stitching of my last name: JACOBS.
 
 
 
 

“These cannot be regulation!” I told her. She shrugged, returning to her pad. I stared at myself in the mirror, my long legs sticking out of the unbelievably short-shorts. I think the only thing they covered was my bottom. I spun around. Sure enough, just barely covers my bottom. The Quidditch Association would not allow me to wear these. I was sure of it.
 
 
 

And that’s all it took. I was standing there in extremely short-shorts, a sports bra, oil over my body, and my hair wild and free. The boys were cheering me on as I posed in front of the camera in very promiscuous positions. Oh Merlin, please don’t let Grandma see these photos. Please let them get erased when they meet her poor, old eyes. She would not be proud of me in the least. I smirked at James. I was attractive and he knew it. I beat him.
 
 
 
 

“I’m not pregnant!” I hissed at him as I ran past.

“You sure? You’re looking a little chunky!” Coach yelled. I stopped dead in my tracks, gasping loudly.

“You know,” my dad started, narrowing his eyes further on James, “I have a shotgun. I’m not afraid to use it.”

"If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you were her real boyfriend," I heard another woman's voice mumble. I recognized it to be Jenny's voice.
 
 

"Do you see Tyler Gates as a threat tomorrow? Are you afraid?"

I felt my breath hitch in my throat. I knew what he meant, but I heard an entirely different question. Something that frightened me to no end. "Yes." I told him.

"As much as I love that you're a Quidditch star, Gigi, you should not wrap yourself around it. You're twenty, you're not supposed to be anti-social and so focused on your career. This is the time when you're supposed to mess up and enjoy life. You're supposed to fall in love and get your heart broken a few times. Don't punish yourself for one minute for enjoying something other than Quidditch. Even if it is James Potter."
 

"Remember when Quidditch wasn't everything?" Lily asked me. I snorted.

"When was that, exactly?" I questioned back.

"When Gigi joined the team."

"You should sit up straighter. It's not very lady-like to slouch." I sighed. Would this girl never learn?

"I play Quidditch. How is that lady-like?"

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