I wanted to explain the spell that Sarah did in first chapter.

It had been a everlasting charm, Anya can do and redo whenever she wants.

Just go with it.

I had never noticed that James was so… scrawny.

Well who wasn't scrawny compared to chiseled musled six foot million males.

Me.

Me or James, on with the point, well I was pale and un-chiseled and five foot negative two million.

I had noticed this as I stood between a Plow of a man and an Irish hunk who said 'hey' when I nervously waved to him.

And here's me, an American girl, not the doll, inside her brother's un-tanned little frame.

As I was sandwiched between the testosterone twins, Scottish goodness crossed the field.

It could have been the early dawn light or the sleepy dust clogging my vision, but Oliver was… was… so very much MY CAPTAIN.

I perished the thought as I focused on the bright field grass.

Nice grass. Pretty Grass. I wonder what the make the grass oh so... sexy

You're a dude; you can't think your captain is a sexy beast.

That would be gay, and since you're a girl it would be lesbianism… right?

And you are a heterosexual female… male… person.

"Hmm!"

That's my cue to stop talking to myself.

"'Right, well for all you newcomers I am Oliver Wood, your replacement Captain for the time being. Your true Captain, Captain Spruce, is on medical leave. I would like to thank all of you for coming. Today we will be doing some routine warm ups, and for the rookies, well it's going to be livin' hell."

What have I gotten myself into?

"I am going to turn you over to my Assistant Captain, Mr. Harne"

I red faced middle-aged huffed out of the line, wiping his nose with a floral hanky he gargled out in a undistinguishing accent

"Algrite! Youse all are ghonna do slum laps then slum god ole' ashioned egarsize! Now ghet on den brooms!"

I had no idea what the pint size man had said, but I followed the crowd and got on my broom and flew up.

After the third lap, I felt a small pellet hit my head, I swerved a bit.

And by complete and total fault, I smashed into a large angry man, The Plow, who in turn smashed me back, my leg was crunched a bit in the process.

The small pellet turned out to be the start of a hail storm, I looked down at Oliver with a red umbrella over his head, looking totally prepared and almost like he planned this, I believe he was smiling.

I saw that I was falling behind, so I laid forward and zoomed forward.

I weaved and squeezed into I was in the front line.

I knew I deserved this.

I do not deserve this.

Why couldn't James do a few push ups now and then.

Why!?

My chilled face was once again tickled by that 'oh so nice' grass as I pushed my whole body up with my itsy bitsy forearms.

Body aching, pushing up.

"STOP."

I rolled over, relieved and body shaking.

"Lads, time for crunches."

Inside my mind, I groan

Something I had not thought of shower time,

And being a rookie after practice.
As I took off my uniform's coarse top, I was whipped in the head by a towel that had just been used to cover The Plows butt.

"Ow! Watch it." The words merely were vomited from my lips.

I shoulders of The Plow tensed. Shhhhiloh!

The room quieted.

The men stopped in there tracks.

And somewhere in the distance a lone rocking chair stopped rocking.

"The Mute Midget speaks! Now little M&M, what was that?"

"I-I-I… uh… sorry?"

"I thought so."

"Sorry your momma gave you that face." I had no idea if that was even a logical sentence but I defiantly regret that.

I turned around, thinking that The Plow might have selective hearing, not quite.

A fist found its way to the back of my head and my locker edge had found its way to my forehead.

This made me go into darkness.

My light eyelashes blurred my vision, as my head laid against a cool soft backing.

"Urrrahhhhgee" I hummed out as I opened my eyes.

Irish hunk met my eyes.

"Hey"

I felt a something on my left brow.

I reached up to feel gauze.

"What… the… oh…the ow and the fist… and I'm an idiot."

"Here this might sting.." he dabbed the open mouth of a small bottle onto to a ball of cotton and pressed it against my forehead.

I took a sharp breathe in.

He smirked, and patted my shoulder.

Getting up he held out his hand, I grabbed it.

"Names Grady Irving."

"James Harrison"

Yah I got it right.

Grady smiled a perfect grin, he had a light brown short hair that curled around his forehead. His eyes were a bright sea green.

"Everyone's at the pub 'round the corner if you want to tag along."

I smiled.

"No thanks I'm going to get some shut eye."

"Okay see you 'morrow."

I picked up my broom and walked out of the locker room.

As I shut my apartment door, I pulled my wand out and tapped it on my head.

I felt my body changing.

Boobs! I have boobs! I have never been this happy to have boobs, well never been this happy to have a small amount of boobs.

I ran into the bathroom, taking off my baggy boys clothes and washing the grim off myself in a hot shower.

I love being a girl.

I brushed my hair until it the knots were gone and it transformed into soft red waves.

I started brushing my teeth, when a knock echoed into the bathroom.

I curiously went to my door, turning the knob it opened.

Oliver Wood.