A/N: This is a no wizarding war AU set in the modern world with modern technology. It will mostly be focused on the Quidditch world. Each chapter will have either Oliver or Marcus's point of view and will be switched for each chapter. Also the title of each chapter will have an 80s song that will embody the feeling of the chapter if you want to check that out.

"So, Oliver I hear you are no longer on the reserves is this true?"

"Yes, that's true! Tell you the truth I found out just the other day. I was just packing for this conference and got an owl and here we are. It's crazy that instead of just watching the starters give interviews I'm sitting where they would."

"I say it's well deserved."

"Oh well thank you Hannah."

"What can we expect from you this season?"

"If these bruises are anything to say for the future season I'd say I'm in for some major saves."

"Ouch looks pretty painful!"

"I'd rather get a few bruises than let my team down."

"What a great team player! Now you were on the reserves for Puddlemere for 5 years, did that help you a lot with the transition?"

"I'd like to think so. Everyone playing for Puddlemere United all practice together at least once a week just in case we have to fill in during a game so I already knew the plays."

"Did the three games you subbed in help you as well?"

"Well they were rather spread out over the years, but yes, I believe so. It was definitely an intense three games and extremely fast paced."

"How do you think your first game will be?"

"Oh man I honestly have no idea. Every game is different but my predecessor has really given me some great tips about the different teams so I'd like to think I've got a leg up on the competition."

"Speaking of competition, I assume you have heard your former rival, Marcus Flint has joined the Montrose Magpies?"

"Yes, I have heard that. Good for him."

"Do you think that will also give you a leg up whenever you play the Magpies? Knowing how Marcus plays?"

"Tell you the truth Hannah, my game play has changed so much over the years that I'm sure Marcus's has as well. I'm not sure knowing how he played on the old Hogwarts pitch would really help me out that much."

"Good point! Well good luck to you Oliver for this upcoming season!"

"Thanks so much Hannah."

"Well done Ollie," Alicia Spinnet muttered under her breath as she and Oliver walked off the set.

"You think so?" Oliver murmured.

"Oh yeah! Very professional," Alicia nodded and Oliver beamed at her. It was his first press conference being a starter for Puddlemere United and he had been nervous for a week. It hadn't helped that he learned he was a starter only two weeks ago after Terrence Lowe had decided to retire.

"So, am I giving more interviews today or am I off the hook?" He asked Alicia. Being the head of PR for the team meant that his best friend told him where to go and when.

Alicia consulted her binder for a moment before shaking her head. "Nope your only interview for today was with Hannah Abbott. You do have a team panel at 4 pm, but you probably won't be asked too many questions as the newbie."

Oliver rolled his eyes. His constant nickname with the rest of the team would always be newbie it seemed, at least until a new person came into the fold. Until then he was stuck with the nickname. It didn't help that he felt eons behind the rest of the players despite being on the reserve team for 5 years. Actually being a part of the team and participating in the fast paced practices was something else entirely.

"Did you think it was weird that Hannah asked me about Marcus Flint?" Oliver asked with a little frown. He hadn't thought about the Slytherin captain for years.

"Yeah it was kinda strange. I mean Hannah did go to school with us and you two did have a huge rivalry, but I didn't think it would play a big part now that you were in the professional league." Alicia frowned and tapped her chin. "You know you might be asked that question again in the panel. I liked your answer though so keep it as civil as that if you do get asked."

"Yes ma'am," Oliver gave a small salute. He found it funny sometimes when Alicia put on her PR hat and became his sort of boss instead of his close friend.

Alicia rolled her eyes and popped her gum before pulling Oliver towards the end of the corridor, away from the press. "You need to get your butt out there and mingle with the common folk. Go buy some broom wax or some shit like that."

"Okay, okay easy." Oliver complained and Alicia gave him a smile and stood up on her tippy toes.

"Go have fun babe. I gotta make sure the others don't taint Puddlemere's name." Alicia sighed. "A master's work is never done."

Oliver snorted and pushed the door open and made his way to the seller floor with all the different brands of all things Quidditch. There was a loud buzz over the room and a small smile formed on his lips. This was honestly one of his favorite weekends of the year. All the Quidditch teams in the world converged in place and he was finally a part of it. Sure, in his time on the reserve team he got to go for free and just enjoy the weekend, but this was the first time he was one of the names on the board. He was going to be a part of a panel! He remembered being here as a small boy and seeing the giant legends up on the stage. It was where his love of the sport grew from and his dream was coming true.

As he roamed through the aisles of vendors his face kept the smile on his face. He was eyeing a particular pair of socks that claimed to never get cold when he felt himself ram into someone else. He jerked back quickly.

"Oh I'm so sorry—" He started when he saw who he actually had run into. He recognized him after a moment but the man was much different than the last time he had seen him.

"It's fine," The man's deep voice rumbled, must deeper than he remembered.

It was Marcus Flint, but this was not the Marcus Flint he had got to school with. The constant sneer was gone from his tan face. The skinny body had blossomed into a tall, strong looking one, and his teeth were fixed. Even his eyes seemed different. The cool gray was no longer glinting in an underlying rage that seemed to constantly surround him.

"Long time no see." Oliver straightened his shoulders and Marcus gave a little half smile.

"Good to see you Oliver. Congratulations on getting the Keeper position." Marcus nodded and Oliver nodded back.

"Congratulations to you as well. Magpies. That's a good team."

"A lot of hard work for sure," Marcus's half smile turned to a slightly sheepish one. A look that Oliver was not familiar with. He wasn't even sure that this was the same Marcus that he had gone to school with for 7 years.

Marcus made to open his mouth to say something else but he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Marc, what are you doing?" A man pulled up alongside him and Oliver instantly recognized him as Adrian Pucey, another former Slytherin chaser. For all the ways Marcus had changed, Adrian had stayed the exact same, just a larger version.

Adrian realized who Marcus was talking to and his eyes narrowed. "Wood," was the only word Adrian said.

"Pucey," Oliver nodded to him.

Adrian stared at Oliver for a moment before turning to Marcus. "We have our panel in 15, it's time to get going."

Marcus nodded before turning to face Oliver once again. "Good to see you."

"Uh yeah, good to see you too." Oliver muttered back as Marcus and Adrian left for the stage area, leaving Oliver feeling a little confused.

Why had Marcus seemed so…civil to him? Oliver remembered that Marcus hated him to a point that Oliver remembered itching powder being left in his Quidditch uniform with a very confident note left behind so that Oliver had no questions about who had left it.

Oliver didn't want to waste his time on Marcus though. Instead, he got back to his shopping and pushed the thoughts of the man out of his head.