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Cam,

I'm one of the champions! I can hardly believe it! But I'm not the only Hogwart's champion- Harry Potter is another (still don't know how.) The others are Vicktor Krum and Fleur Delacour (told me to send her love) Enough about me…how's the team? Did you meet Wood? Mom and Dad said they love your roommate. I hope it's everything you wanted it to be.

Love,

Ced

Cedric,

I'm so proud of you! You'll do wonderful! As for the others- I don't know Krum, but as much as I like Fleur, she has Madame Maxime and they will be cunning. Practices are good and my roommate and I rub along well. And yes, I met Oliver Wood. He seemed pretty surprised and intrigued by the fact that I was your older sister. Oh! And I might have a chance to move up! Lucy Pemble is pregnant. But I have to beat out two other brilliant chasers. I want a play by play, Ced. Be careful.

Love,

Cam


They were watching. Cameron noticed as soon as she was up in the air. Aiden and Peter didn't seem to notice and Cameron didn't tell them…right away.

"They're watching, you two."

"Better do our best then, Diggory."

It was the best practice Cameron had ever had, and Oliver was panting and sweating with the proof.

"Bloody hell, Diggory." He panted as they were headed to the locker rooms.

Cameron smirked, "Sorry Wood, but they were watching."

They parted ways at the door and Cameron laughed at the sight before her. Grace was dancing around in her underwear, smiling and whistling a little song.

"I take it Aiden set a place and a day?"

"Tonight at seven thirty."

Cameron glanced at her watch, "Hurry up! We need to get you home to get ready!"

After Cameron rushed Grace home, she pushed her in the bathroom and started to get her ready.

"I didn't take you for a makeover person, Cam."

"I'm not, but I never had a sister and Cedric always ran away from me."

Once Grace was ready and she saw herself in the mirror, she felt bad for what she had been thinking while Cameron was working on her.

"Aiden won't know what to say."

Grace's red hair was in loose curls around her face and perfectly complimented the little black dress she was wearing.

"Thank you Cameron, so much." Grace said as she threw her arms around her.

"You're welcome; just have fun."

The door bell rang.

"Should I answer?" Grace asked.

"No, you should make an entrance and I want to see his face when he sees you."

Cameron hurried to the door while Grace went back into her room. With a smile Cameron opened the door and saw Aiden, in a shirt and tie, holding a bouquet of singing daisies.

"Hey Aiden, Grace should be out in a minute."

Grace walked into view then, and Cameron watched as Aiden's jaw dropped.

"Hi Aiden." Grace smiled.

"Here, I'll put those in water. You two have fun."

Cameron took the daisies and wandered into the kitchen where she put the daisies in some water.

"Such a lovely lady." They sang up at Cameron.

"Thank you, but you're not my flowers."

After she heard the door shut, Cameron went to the living room and began reading. She only got through one page, when an unfamiliar owl flew through the open window and landed on her lap.

Ms. Cameron Diggory,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to take Lucy Pemble's place during her pregnancy. If, after her maternity leave, she decides not to return, the position will be yours. The practice schedule is enclosed; do not be late for your first practice.

Sincerely,

Puddlemore United Staff

Cameron couldn't believe her eyes; she had the position! This meant more pay, more excitement, and more glory. The only downside, she'd miss everyone on the reserve team, but at least she would still live with Grace.

Cameron was in bed asleep when Grace finally came home. Grace tip toed into Cameron's room and plopped down on the bed, causing Cameron to bolt upright and blink rapidly.

"Grace? What are you- how did it go?"

"Wonderful and he asked me out again."

"Was there a kiss?"

"I kissed his cheek, that's it. I'm going to bed now."

"Sleep tight Grace, don't dream too much about Aiden."




Cameron was anything but late for the first practice; she was an hour early. No one else was there, so she took advantage of the empty field and started flying around. She didn't notice him until the fifth lap; when she crashed into him.

"Bloody hell." She groaned as she tried to maintain her balance on her broom.

"Oi, Diggoy?"

"Oliver?"

"So you took Lucy's spot."

Cameron nodded, "What about you?"

"Rath's wife is seriously ill; he just quit so he could take care of her."

"That's too bad, but I see you're eager to fill his shoes."

Oliver fidgeted uneasily and actually turned red a little. Cameron noticed and let out a little giggle.

"You don't have to be ashamed about it, Oliver; that's just how things happen."

Oliver was about to reply, but then he noticed the team making their way on to the field, followed by the coach.

"Well, this is it; hopefully I won't look like a bloody wanker to them." Cameron sighed.

"You're going to make me look like the wanker."

Cameron smirked and walked over to introduce herself to the team. Oliver followed her lead, and together they become part of the Puddlemore United team.

Cameron was fast asleep on the couch when Grace returned, hand-in-hand with Aiden, from practice.

"She looks like hell." Grace whispered.

Aiden chuckled, "That's a real Puddlemore practice for you. Don't worry, she'll get used to it."

"Should I wake her?"

Aiden shook his head and pulled Grace up against him.

"You're bloody gorgeous, do you know that?"

Grace blushed, but smiled up at him, "Maybe you could convince me."

When Cameron's eyes opened the first thing she saw was the two of them kissing. Slightly disoriented, Cameron sat up and blinked up at the two of them.

"Have you no decency?"

They jumped apart fast and stared sheepishly down at Cameron.

"Don't let me interrupt your moment; I'm going to bed."

Once she slunk down the hall, Aiden said his goodbyes and apparated out of the flat. Grace then followed Cameron down to her room. She wasn't asleep yet, but her eyes were blinking rapidly.

"Sorry about that, Cam."

"You're fine." She mumbled.

"So, Oliver is on the team too?"

"MmmHmm."

"How was it?"

There was no reply at all this time, except for a soft snore. Grace smiled and shut the door behind her.


Cam,

Congratulations! I knew you would get the spot, and I hear Wood was moved up as well. You need to get me tickets for a game. Anyway, the first task is scheduled for November and I'm officially inviting you. (I don't know if it's allowed, but you're almost a celebrity.) Well, I better stop here and do my homework.

Love,

Ced

"Who's that from?" Oliver questioned.

The two of them were headed towards the Quidditch shop in Diagon Alley for robe fittings.

"It's from Cedric."

"One of the champions; when is their first task?"

"November, which is too soon if you ask me."

Oliver chuckled, "He can handle himself. Are you going to watch?"

"He wants me to, so I probably will."

They were quiet the rest of the way to the shop, and when they arrived Oliver held open the door and let Cameron enter first.

"Perfect! You two must be the engaged couple!"

Oliver and Cameron exchanged looks before looking back at the lady.

"Actually-"

"Oh, you two are such a lovely couple; you'll have such beautiful children!"

"Actually we're here for the Puddlemore robe fittings." Cameron said before the lady could comment further.

She looked disappointed and hurried to the rack that held the robes.

"That was awkward." Cameron whispered.

Oliver nodded in agreement and watched as the lady brought them the robes.

"Go and try them on, and tell me how it needs to be fixed."

They complied, and after twenty minutes of adjustments the two of them left the shop with their Quidditch robes in hand. The sun had already set, and only a few street lamps lit their way down Diagon Alley.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Oliver asked.

Cameron glanced around the dark street. "Yeah, that would probably be a good idea."

"Or we could apparate."

"Let's just walk; Aiden and Grace might be on the couch snogging or something."

Oliver laughed and the rest of their walk was in silence until they reached her door.

"Thank you for seeing me home safely, Oliver. I'll see you at practice."

"Good night."

When Cameron went inside she discovered that Grace was nowhere to be found. But there was a note on the coffee table.

Cameron,

I'm out with Aiden. I've noticed your lack of free time so I made you a casserole. Hope you like it.

-Grace

Sure enough Cameron found the casserole in the refrigerator and heated it up. Then she settled down for a lonely night.


It was the day of the first game. After Cameron and the other female teammates were done changing, they went and joined the rest of the team in the men's locker room.

"I know you all have a victory in you, so that's what I want to see! Now get out there and show them who we are!"

A chorus of whoops followed the coach's pep talk, and then they ran on to field. The first half of the game was easy, but after Oliver let them have a goal, the game changed dramatically. Cameron finally got a hold of the quaffle and jetted towards the golden hoops. She aimed, and let the quaffle go, watching as it sailed through the middle hoop. Just two minutes later Puddlemore's seeker caught the snitch for the victory. The crowd went wild as the entire team swarmed together and congratulated each other.

"Nice goal, Diggory." Oliver said as he threw his broom over his shoulder.

"Thank you. I especially loved that flip block move you did…very entertaining."

Oliver grinned, "It was pretty great wasn't it?"

Cameron scuffed, "More like it was an accident that you made look cool."

Oliver didn't reply, he just shrugged and continued to walk towards the locker rooms with Cameron. They finally parted ways at the separate doors, and Cameron went inside to join Julie Rossby, a chaser, and Abigail Wellington, a beater.

"Great goal Cam!" Julie yelled.

"Yeah, you should have seen Wood's face when you made that goal." Abigail laughed.

"Why? What was so great about his expression?"

Abigail and Julie exchanged smirks

"He looked like he was a man starving for water, and you were the water."

Cameron shook her head and started to pull off her robes.

"You two are weird. Of course he would appreciate my play, he's obsessed with Quidditch."

"And you." Julie mumbled, but Cameron did not hear.

After she was changed Cameron left the locker room and found Oliver waiting on the opposite wall. He grinned when he saw her.

"Thought we could go for a celebratory drink; you interested?"

"Sure."

Oliver led her to one of his favorite pubs, and they found it almost completely empty.

"Is it usually this quiet?" Cameron whispered and glanced over at the single patron over in the corner nursing his drink.

"We're here a bit early, it usually picks up around midnight."

Cameron checked her watch; it was only ten thirty.

"Come on don't worry about it, let's get a drink."

They both ordered a shot of fire whiskey and clinked their glasses before they downed them.

"I think another round is in order don't you?"

By midnight, when the pub was crowded, Cameron and Oliver stumbled out of the pub and towards their complex.

"Maybe you should…what's it called? Apparate!" Cameron suggested.

"Alright."

Oliver grabbed her hand, turned on the spot, and with a crack they tumbled on to Cameron's living room floor. Cameron was sprawled flat across the floor and Oliver was laying on top her, his breath fanning her face. Cameron blinked up at him, he stared down at her, and they both started to laugh hysterically.

"Get off me you big oaf." Cameron laughed as she pushed against his chest.

He rolled off of her and hit his head on the coffee table, which made the two of them laugh even harder.

"What the hell is going on out here?"

Grace stared down at the two of them, hands on her hips, and when they saw her their laughing grew louder.

"Perfect, you're both drunk. I have half a mind to just let you guys lie here on the floor, but because I'm a good person, I'll help you out."

Grace waved her wand and levitated the two of them on to the couch where they continued to blabber on about things.

"Why is it called Quidditch anyway?" Cameron asked.

"Yeah, I've never Quid a ditch before."

Grace rolled her eyes, and left the two of them to their debate about the name of Quidditch.