A/N This is the first story I have ever written in first person. It is based on the Quidditch Prompt in the Face Book page. Part of the challenge was not to be obvious with a particular house. OC's are mine Harry Potter universe is not. This mini story may continue depending on reviews.

I was awoken from a deep sleep by a loud bang somewhere in the castle. "Peeves," I thought annoyed. I was having the most pleasant dream of flying through the air defending the goals and loving the rush of the wind in my hair. I loved quidditch. "Stupid, poltergeist. Where is the Barron when you need him?" I thought again and pulled the rich colored comforters over my head. I would return to that pleasant place soon enough.

To my disappointment it was not to be. I sat up after what seemed like several restless hours and finally looked at the clock 4:00. I wouldn't be getting back to sleep that morning but it was ok. I little over 12 hours from now that dream would finally be a reality. I did it. I made the house team. I will be representing us this year as Keeper. I am quick but not limber enough to be Seeker, like my cousin before he graduated but it didn't matter. I earned my spot, I'll never tell him that because in his mind he earned his too. We have different definitions of that word but I digress. I get like this when I can't sleep. There was only one thing to be done when I can't sleep because of my hobby and that is to go indulge myself in it.

I got up and threw on my quidditch robes. I loved the way they made my eyes look twice as blue. No, I thought putting on my regular robes, I didn't want to ruin my uniform before the game began, and yes I admit I am a little vain. I grabbed my broom and quietly walked outside. Whatever Peeves had been up to he was long gone now and all was quiet.

I stepped out on the quiet quidditch pitch and mounted my broom and took off. I flew higher as the moisture in the air beaded on my face and covered my glasses. I ignored it and circled the goals several times as I imagined the Quaffle coming at me and knocked it away. My house mates cheered at my save. I continued to circle around them picturing the game the following day and before I knew it the sky was getting lighter and the stars vanished. Had I really been out here this long? Breakfast would be in a few hours and I decided to head back. I was still several feet from the ground when I saw our captain, Alexander, hovering below.

"Hey Emilia, you're out here early." he called to me.

"Yeah," I answered her slightly embarrassed. "I couldn't sleep."

"Nerves?" he asked, his eyes lit up.

I hated admitting that and I also hated how perceptive he seemed. I also had no desire to come across as the scared girl considering I was the only one on the team. "Nope," I half lied. "Peeves."

"Oh," he said. "I heard him too bumping around in the common room. I didn't hear you walk through though. Well we are both out here, any last minute thing you want to practice with me before the game?" he threw the Quaffle up and caught it.

I couldn't think of anything and was ready to go in dry off a bit and eat, but he was the captain and I feared he had noticed something. I doubted he would have asked otherwise. "What do you think, Captain?" I asked with emphasis on the last word hoping that he was as perceptive as he was earlier and got the fact that I was ready to get out of there.

"Just one thing I wanted to show you that might help you on the turns." He said taking off. "Follow me."

I sighed and followed him up. We spent another 45 minutes flying and practicing quick turns and after years of flying I actually learned something. I was tired but ready for the game later. I told him that later.

"You're good Emilia, but not perfect. You can always improve and I want to win today. I want to be the first to pull off an undefeated season. I want the cup!"

Did he think I didn't? "So do I!"

"Good, but you have another chance. I am 7th year. If I don't make it in the professional league I'm done. I want to go out in a bang."

He had a point and I only nodded. We walked into the great hall together and sat down out our table. I ignored the looks from everyone. "Quidditch practice" I whispered to my roommate next to me.

"Sure" She said laughing."Who wouldn't want private lessons from Alex?"

"Shut up!" I said blushing with my hand on my wand.

"Settle down." She said changing the subject abruptly. "Are we going to win today."

"Yes" I said smiling. "I already have"