Disclaimer: Morgana is still mine! Woot woot!
Author's Note: Okay to relieve the stress of all my reviewers from SBGK, here is the sequel. Don't worry, I will tell you know, in the end.... it will be happier than before. I decided to post this in a new thread because the plot is different and I just wanted to have a more separate area. Anyway, big thanks to all of those who have helped me come this far, Pia O'Leary , slytherine-gt, disrupted karma, wittydim, ShadowStar21, disappearedcat, kiwi, elowen, jen, and so many more, thanks so much!
Tangled Webs of Different Playing Fields
Chapter One: Autumn in New York
Autumn in New York, I had grown to really like that time of year. Of course, anyone would after six years in the city. Yes, that is correct, six years since I left Hogwarts to come play for the Yanks. I am sure you must be wondering what I have done with the time. Let me start out by saying that I share and apartment on the upper eastside with Adrian and Graham. It's a nice and expensive apartment that is my justification. Now I know what you must be thinking . . . you and Adrian?! But it really isn't that way, trust me. The moment we got out of England, Adrian turned gay as a fruitcake. I don't know if it was merely Brittish wizarding society keeping him in the closet or if it was the openness of Americans but some how, I find more boys coming out of his bedroom in the morning than mine.
Now, just to make it clear, Graham is not playing pro-quidditch. He was so pissed off when he found out I had left him at Hogwarts and I had gotten a string of howlers for about a month. I went back to the old castle to pick him up at the end of the year and his dorm room was covered in magazine pictures, new paper stats and articles about the Yanks new beater Morgana Montague. Only a small portion dedicated to Adrian and an even smaller portion to Marcus, Derek and Kevin. Yes, they all are playing nowadays but I will talk about them later. So after Graham graduated, he moved out here with me because he said there was no way he was letting an ocean separate him from his twin sister. I thought he would go out for a team but instead he fell into the wizarding club scene. Yes there is such a thing. New York is a very muggle influenced city and the wizarding world is really on a down low so Graham got into promoting clubs that are for wizards and some that are for wizards and muggles. The muggles here aren't as annoying as those back home.
Now Marcus played on a team in England for a while and only last season was he transferred out here to the yanks. Kevin is playing on the Angels in Los Angeles and last I heard, having a great time. Enough pretty girls to last him a lifetime. Derek transfered to another New York team last season. Not the Yanks but one more focused on other American teams than international. He has become quite the hearthrob. He is in all the magazines. I saw him around Christmastime last year. Didn't get chance to talk to him but I have a feeling he is still the same Derek.
But it has been six years since I last saw Oliver. That doesn't mean I haven't been keeping track of him. He plays for Puddlemere. His big dream team. They haven't made it far enough up the ranks to play us yet but who knows with this season. Their seeker and chasers really needed replacing. He is a big heartthrob back in England. He is in the spreads next to Derek and Adrian and Roger, yes he too made it on a team. A French team, imagine that. Shame what happened to Diggory, Graham told me the story. Anyway, Oliver looks great and everytime I read an article about him, I feel the same sting in my heart that I felt when I left Hogwarts that day. He always says his favorite position is beater.
One day, in early autumn, I was stepping out of the shower and entering the living room in a robe when I saw Graham and Adrian on the couch, hiding behind a magazine and giggling like schoolgirls. "What's going on?" I asked running a hand through my long wet locks.
Adrian grinned at me, "Have any idea who we are playing in a couple weeks?"
"No . . . coach hasn't told us," I said looking at him with eyes that asked what he was talking about.
"Oh, well nevermind then," Adrian said, waving me off. I just shook my head and went into the kitchen. I heard Adrian hiss, "isn't he gorgeous?"
"Fag," Graham muttered.
I poured myself some coffee and watched Graham head towards the door. "Where you going?"
"I am going to get the word on a couple new clubs. Maybe we can go out tonight?"
"Muggle or not?" Adrian shouted.
"Wizard neuveau," Graham replied, putting on his leather coat.
"I bet you love the artsy terms around here eh?" Adrian called. "Bet the girls eat that up! Especially with your Brit accent!"
I rolled my eyes. For those who don't know, this side of the Atlantic, Wizard Neuveau is a type of club that incorporates edgy design, muggle music and .... it varies. Let me just say it is a type of place that I don't usually frequent, Graham usually drags me there. I will go to look for a bit of a party, I typically get overwhelmed by the music, and style, you can only take so much edge but recently, I had been in a bit of a slump. The kind you get every now and then and you don't know why.
"Don't you have any other clubs, Graham?" I asked.
"No, you need a man in your life, Morgana!" Graham shouted at me. "Seriously you haven't been on a date since . . ."
"Ever!" Adrian contributed. "Only one night stands."
"Shut up!" I growled.
"Just come out tonight, Morgana," Graham said. "Look nice, you can't just hide out in your apartment all the time."
As he left the apartment I shouted, "I don't hide out! I kick ass on the pitch too!"
Adrian just laughed and put on his own coat, "I have ass to find. My accent still has its charms."
"Fuck you."
"Hey, your accent is cute too."
"Fuck off, Pucey."
"Alright, alright," he said getting ready to leave, "but I will be back to pick out your outfit. You really will want to look good tonight."
I looked up from my coffee. "Do you know something I don't?" he was gone by the time the sentence game out of my mouth. I sighed and took my cup to the living room. I flopped down on the couch. I already had morning training and was beat. Nothing like a hot shower. I put my cut down and I saw the magazine Graham and Adrian had been looking at. None other than Oliver Wood was on the cover, looking oh so sexy. I couldn't deny the urge to pick it up and flip through it. I got to the spread where he was winking at you. I threw the magazine across the room and covered my face with my hand. "Oh my god," I mumbled. "Why can't I escape that bastard?"
I must have fallen asleep on the couch because it was about eight when Adrian woke me up. "Come on, Morgana! I have to pick out your outfit!"
I rolled my eyes and got off the couch. "You got so gay since we graduated."
He gave me the finger and dove into the closet. Ever since Adrian "came out of the closet" you could say, which was the first time he and I went into a club, all the subtleties of our hogwarts years made sense. The sideways glances in the Great Hall, the locker rooms. Anyway, before I could finish my though he through a dress at me. A very fancy dress that would be called "muggle" back in England but here it is normal for witches. It was strikingly emerald with pale blue, not only did it look like slytherin but also our team colors. Ha, what a coincidence.
"What are you going to wear?" I asked as I changed. After six years, I was not modest at all around Adrian and visa versa. He was my other brother.
"I was thinking a thong."
I snorted a laugh, "Bad enough you walk around the apartment in that."
"You don't have to see me, this place is a castle with both of our salaries," he joked. When he came out, he was dressed in a form-fitting red and black snap down and black leather pants. I threw on my leather coat and grabbed the keys. "Let's go."
"You need a purse," he said shaking his head.
"Fuck that, let's go," I shoved him out the door. I hate purses. Since I always want to steal other people's it is hypocritical.
We entered the club and Graham made is way towards us. The lights were flashing and the music was thumping. We checked our coats. Being a famous quidditch player has its perks becuase that line for getting into the club was around the corner and Adrian and I can just breeze in.
"You better have some hot pieces of ass here, Graham!" Adrian said slapping him on the back.
Graham laughed, "This place is new. Everyone in New York and their mother wants to get in."
"I am getting a drink," I said and glided towards the bar. I hope you don't think I have become some sort of heartthrob quidditch player but on the contrary, I have few encounters with my fans, guys don't approach me as often as they approach Marcus or Graham.
I sat down at the corner of the bar and ordered a dry martini, nodding my head to the music. "Hey baby, you sure are looking good tonight," I felt cool fingers trail down my back. "You American girls are gorgeous." A British accent. That irritated me. Well, time to show my countrymen I am not an American. So I spun around, preparing to bitch him out when I recognized him. My eyes widened with shock.
"WARRINGTON!" I screamed.
"MONTAGUE!" he shouted back and jumped away. "Damn! You do look good!" he seemed completely surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I am on the Yanks, dumbass," I said. He looked good. Better than I remember him ever being. Nicely moused hair, stylish clothes and very nice, buff bod. Got into quidditch after Hogwarts, last I read he was playing on a team in Liverpool he wasn't a player we over here keep tabs on. "Still playing on the lions?"
He laughed, "Nah, playing on Puddlemere this season."
"But you were never good."
He snorted, "Still Morgana Montague I see. Whose around here with you?"
"You know who plays on the Yanks, Graham runs this club and –" just as I was talking Graham nearly pounced on Carl.
"Warrington! What are you doing here?" he shouted.
"My team is here to kick your sister's ass!" he joked. "Adrian around here somewhere?"
"Yeah, groping some guy over there," Graham gestured towards the dance floor.
"So he finally came out of the closet eh? It was only a matter of time," Carl said shaking his head.
"Wait . . ." I said with an earthquake of realization hitting me. Puddlemere. He plays on Puddlemere . . .
"Oh my god, Morgana look!" Graham said spinning me to look towards the door. A gorgeous bronze god dressed in humble but suave threads was walking through the club with some other quidditch players around him, none adding up to his state of handsomeness. He looked across the club with warm brown eyes and with evident shock, caught mine.
"Oliver . . ." I whispered.
Author's Note: Ah, first chapter of the sequel. How do you all like how I made Morgana's future and the future of a lot the quidditch guys turn out? Bet you didn't think Adrian would end up gay did you? That was fun to write. Well, the plot will heat up in the next few chapters, let me just say right now, this will be no sweet and easy reunion . . . :::evil author cackle::: reviews much appreciated!