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HI! I was watching my She's the Man DVD (Channing Tatum serious eye candy! YAY!) when I came up with this idea. It's kinda based on Twelfth Night by Shakespeare like She's the Man but there's no brother or anything. And instead of football (She's the Man) it's Quidditch. Anyway, I'm just testing the water with this one. So please leave a review and tell me if I should carry this story on.

Monique Illyria was just coming out of the most boring History of Magic lesson she'd ever slept through, her best friend Lily Evans talking about how she'd love to give Professor Binns teaching tips. Monique was laughing along until she spotted the back of a scruffy haired boy further along the corridor. She bid her 'see you laters' to Lily and began to run after him. unfortunately for her James Potter had very long legs and could walk rather fast. She was pushing people out of the way to get to him. I guess I'm not making many friends today, she thought as people swore at her.

"James!" she called, running after him through the corridors. "JAMES!" She caught up with him. He looked startled at first, wondering who she was, then he broke into an arrogant smile.

"I'm sorry but there's only one girl for me and that is Lily Evans, although I am flattered I really am. Sirius is free though, fresh from a bad relationship and ready for a new one," James grinned.

"Ew, as if," Monique said. "I wanted to ask when Quidditch try-outs were."

"Why, want to watch me flex my muscles?" Sirius butted in.

"Will you just tell me," Monique turned back to James.

"This Saturday," he replied.

"Great, you're looking for a beater aren't you?" Monique smiled.

"Wait, you want to try out?" James sniggered.

"Yes," Monique replied.

"Girls can't play Quidditch!" Sirius laughed.

"Excuse me?" Monique snapped.

"You can't play Quidditch. Maybe on an all girls team, maybe if you were a butch lesbian but you! I could snap you into little pieces. And a bludger would kill you in five seconds!" James snorted. Monique could feel anger rising in her. She mentally counted to ten, knowing then that it wouldn't work.

"Well I'll just have to prove you wrong on Saturday," Monique said, as calmly as she could.

"Look, whoever you are, you're not trying out. You're not going to get on the team," James said.

"I'm Monique Illyria, Lily's best friend. I'm starting to see why she won't date a sexist bastard like you," Monique said.

"Get real, girls can't play Quidditch as well as boys, it's a fact. And if you want Gryffindor to win and if we want Gryffindor to win you can't be on the team," Sirius said, putting his arm around me. "But I bet you're good in bed." My knee made contact with his groin in less than a second.

"You may think that I'm too frail to hit a bludger across a Quidditch pitch but there's no denying I can kick you in the balls anytime I want!" Monique snarled before storming off.

"She's not getting on the team but she's one hell of a woman," James grinned down at his friend, who was on the floor.

"Shut up Prongs!" Sirius said through gritted teeth.

Monique had stormed to the Common room and was ranting and raving to her best friend, Lily Evans.

"…I can't believe them! Saying I couldn't be on the team just because I'm a girl! I'm going to McGonagall about this! I'm going to Dumbledore about this!" Monique yelled, pacing infront of the armchair in which Lily sat. She then let out an almighty roar and threw a cusion straight into the face of a first year, who shrieked and ran to hide in a corner.

"I told you they were arrogant self-obsessed gits didn't I?" Lily said, inspecting her cuticles. Monique reached for another cusion but Lily grabbed it off her. "Stop terrosrising the first years!"

"I hope Sirius can still feel the pain!" Monique snapped.

"What?" Lily's attention snapped from her nails to her friend.

"I kicked him in the balls Lily," Monique said. "He's had it coming he has anyway. I hate him! I HATE HIM!" Monique threw another cusion, not caring where it went. it hit over a flower vase.

"Monique, yell louder why don't you, so the Slytherins in the dungeons can hear you," Lily said, flicking her wand in the direction of the broken vase, repairing it.

"What?" Monique said.

"Shut up before the whole house thinks you've gone barmy. And stop thrwoing stuff.Sit down!" Lily grabbed her robes and pulled Monique down onto the armchair next to her own. Monique sat in silence for a few minutes.

"I've got it!" she yelled, jumping from her seat. Lily pulled her friend back down again.

"What?" Lily asked.

"I have to talk to Dumbledore," Monique said. "I'll see you later Lils."

"What? Monique come back!" Lily yelled. "Don't do anything too drastic!" ButMonique was already running to Dumbledore's office.