When Daisy popped back into existence, she was standing outside the Arrows' stadium in Appleby. She walked through the team entry and made her way onto the pitch. She stopped and took a deep breath, relishing the thrill of being there. She looked at the metal hoops glinting in the early morning sunlight and the stands decked out in pale blue. Blue had always been a good color on her. Even though she was just a reserve seeker, she couldn't help but think she was finally making it.

"Soon enough I'll be playing on this pitch," she said to herself. She then strode purposely towards the reserve team's locker rooms. She was the first one there. She walked to her locker, which had D. Wood engraved on it. Grinning at her name, she then opened it and pulled out her practice uniform, running her fingers over the black shirt with white and light blue detailing. Her name, Wood, was emblazoned on the back with an S in front of it. She was slightly surprised the triplets hadn't snuck in and jinxed it to say pixie like they had for the House Cup game a few months ago.

Quickly, she donned the uniform and was fastening her shin guards on when she heard voices in the hallway. She looked up as the rest of the reserve team bounded into the locker room. They stopped when they saw her sitting there.

"Looks like one of the rookies is here early," a man with light brown hair said, grinning at her. "Out to make first string on your first day?" Daisy stood to introduce herself, blushing slightly.

"I wish," she said.

"You must be Wood," another said, a woman. She had warm brown eyes and a ready smile. She walked over and held her hand out. "I'm Lauren Goodsby, chaser." Daisy accepted her hand and shook it, smiling a bit.

"Nice to meet you," she said, looking on as the rest of the team started making their way towards their lockers.

"That is Michael Warton, keeper," she said, pointing at the first man who spoke. "And this is Gloria Meads, chaser," a tall, lean woman with long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail nodded, "Rick Astor and Jacob Lightly, beaters." Two broad men built like stock horses grinned at her. "And-"

"I believe Daisy and I are acquainted," a familiar voice said. Daisy grimaced slightly as she turned and saw the smirking face of Daniel Prentiss. She didn't know he was the other new reserve player. Great. She hadn't spoken a word to him since he had tried to kiss her that Halloween fifth year. Even though she had given him a nasty looking black eye, it had earned him a "talking to" from her brothers that had ensured he didn't get within five feet of her the rest of their time at Hogwarts. But he was her teammate now, so she'd have to get along with him.

"Surprised you're not playing for Harpies," he said. "Finally see the light? What's more, what's your excuse for not being Puddlemere reserves?" Daisy narrowed her eyes.

"You idiot… Harpies were in for the League Cup last year and I told my father I didn't want to play for Puddlemere," she said.

"That so?"

"Hey now, we're all on the same team here," Lauren said, stepping in between them. Daisy took a deep breath and nodded.

"Sorry," she said. Daniel walked to his locker and started getting ready. Lauren looked at her.

"If it helps, I'm quite happy to have you here and Coach Walters and Nilsson as well," she said, smiling. "I followed your Hogwarts career. Impressive." Daisy smiled in appreciation.

"Thanks… And, trust me… any team is better than working under the tyrant," Daisy said, turning back to her shin guards. "I've spent my whole life training under him or my brothers. It's a dream to not have to work with any of them." Lauren laughed as she pulled off her t-shirt and grabbed her practice shirt.

"Coach Wood is notorious for his brutal practices. This will seem like a walk in the park compared to that," she said.

"But he's the reason Puddlemere's currently No. 2," Gloria chimed in.

"That'll be us, soon enough," Astor gloated as he looked over at Daisy. "We've got the best Wood in the League." Daisy blushed slightly.

"Please, I'm just a reserve seeker," she said.

"For now. But honestly, our last reserve seeker spent a decent amount of matches covering for Hastings," Astor responded. Daisy chuckled slightly as she pulled her hair up into a tight bun. That's kind of what she had been hoping on.


Soon enough, they were all dressed and heading out to the reserve pitch to begin warming up. It had been nearly three months since Daisy had played a match or spent a decent amount of time on a pitch, thanks to NEWTs, but she was still in good shape. And she had managed to fit in some time running or in the weight room. Coach Walters was barking orders at them to pick up the pace and after three, she noticed a few of her teammates starting to breath a bit heavily or turn red in the face. She kept her pace steady and was soon leading the pack.

"Alright! Come in centerfield!" the coach shouted. Daisy jogged towards the center of the pitch, her broom slung over her shoulder. Once they got there, Rick and Jacob were bent over at the waist, catching their breath. The reserves were young, though fairly established. Most of them were in their third or fourth year on the team. Daisy hoped that wouldn't be her. She turned her attention to the coach, waiting for his next instructions. In the distance, she could hear shouts coming from the main stadium. The first string must be starting practice as well.

"Welcome to the team Wood and Prentiss," the coach said. Daisy nodded. "Alright, we're going to start out with a speed drill. Get nice and warmed up a bit, then we'll see what we're working with by doing some passing drills. After the lunch break, we'll be going over to the main stadium to scrimmage with the first strings for the afternoon. We've got a friendly coming up next week against the Harpies reserve team, so lots to do. Let's get to work."

Daisy mounted her broom and pushed off the ground, her heart soaring as she flew up about 50 feet in the air. She stopped, hovering in line with the rest of the team, waiting for the coach's whistle. Daisy smiled to herself. She loved speed drills. Her small frame definitely helped in that regard.

Suddenly, the coach blew the whistle and Daisy shot off, more a streak of red and black. She was down to the other end of the pitch and back well ahead of the rest of the team. She paused for a moment, hovering while the rest caught up and waiting for the rest of the team to get there. Then the whistle blew again and she took off.

"Look at the speed on Wood," a slightly accented voice said next to Coach Walters. He turned and looked at the tall blonde man towering next to him. He turned his eyes back to the team, barely catching Daisy. She was easily half a pitch ahead of the others. And it wasn't just because of the new broom she was riding.

"It's somethin', Nilsson. Good decision bringing her on," he said. The tall Swedish coach had been a formidable keeper before an unfortunate accident during the World Cup in 2018 had forced him into early retirement in the Scandinavian League. Luckily, he was an even cannier coach. After just two years of being an assistant coach in Norway, he was offered a deal to take on the Arrows and at 30 was the youngest coach in the British League.

Briggs, the previous coach, had been fired halfway through the mid-season break. He had given up Jamie Wood but kept the aging seeker Hastings, which management wasn't happy about. They had been pressuring him to either demote, trade or fire Hastings for about a year at that point. Now Nilsson - who had inherited a green rookie keeper and past-his-prime seeker - had been brought in in the hopes he could breathe life into the struggling team. It was a risky move, bringing in such a young, inexperienced coach, but at this point, management felt they had nothing to lose.

Of course, the first thing he wanted to do was get rid of Hastings. Unfortunately, Briggs' parting gift was to draft up an iron-clad contract that gave him one more season on the team. So unless he retired of his own resolve or got so injured he couldn't play, Nilsson was stuck with him.

"Seems a waste to keep her on reserves. But Briggs didn't leave me many options," he said, still watching her. "She should be on first string. I'm surprised she didn't get offers from more teams."

"She's good, but not that good. The Harpies would have if they had had an open spot. The Kestrals, Cannons and a few others were considering her, but a rumor went around that she was offered a big contract for Puddlemere reserves so they didn't even bother," Walters said before blowing the whistle again. "Though, I am surprised that father of hers didn't offer her one, to be honest."

"He knows she wants first string. White is still one of the top seekers in the League so he won't have an open spot anytime soon. He won't sign her until he has it - and she won't do reserves when she could be first string elsewhere," Nilsson said. "Plus, he probably couldn't afford a good contract just after buying out her brother, anyway."

"Makes sense," Walters replied. "They paid a lot to get him. I suppose if Briggs was gonna be an idiot, at least he brought in some money so we could afford her." Nilsson continued watching Daisy, mentally berating his predecessor. He would have liked to have had both Woods. The combination of Daisy's speed, fearless stunts and sharp eyes, with Jamie's lightning reflexes and ability to accurately predict where chasers would throw would have made them nearly unstoppable.

"We got her because she's driven. She wants a shot at the Scottish national team for the World Cup next summer and out of all the offers she got, she knew she'd make first string with us faster," Nilsson said. "Just wished we could have kept her brother. I saw them play together at Hogwarts during the triplets' last year there. The Woods are strongest together." Walters chuckled.

"Got that right. Why do you think Wood Sr. is buying out their contracts as their positions open up with Puddlemere United? He's probably been preparing since they entered Hogwarts. I swear, that man would have bred an entire quidditch team if that wife of his would have let him," he said, still chuckling. Nilsson glanced over at him.

"She play as well?" he asked. He knew all about the Woods currently working in the League - the name was quickly becoming legend - but couldn't recall anything about the wife.

"No, but she's a seriously powerful witch and a regular spitfire. A war hero too. Daisy's the spitting image of her - looks and personality. Got her metamorphmagus abilities from her too," Walters said.

"And the others - beaters for the Wanderers," Nilsson said.

"ALRIGHT YOU LOT! LINE UP FOR THE NEXT DRILL!" Walters shouted. The team quickly lined up. He blew the whistle and they started up a passing drill.

"Yea. Those two are brutes," Walters said in admiration. He glanced over at Nilsson. "You're not hoping to get the triplets, are you? As amazing as that would be, you'd bankrupt us trying to steal them from Puddlemere and the Wanderers." Nilsson's face was stone as his ice blue eyes watched the drill, betraying nothing that was going through his head.

"Wood Sr. is onto something," he said. "But for us, its best to work with what we have. Jamie Wood will not come back to the Arrows. And I doubt the beaters would come either - they ultimately want Puddlemere as well. Send this Wood over after the drill finishes. I want to see how far we can push her with the first string." He then turned and walked off.


Daisy took a shaky breath as she walked through the gate into the main stadium. She wasn't expecting the head coach to call her over this soon. Not mid-way through morning practice on her first day. She had only managed to get a few drills in.

To be honest, the Scandinavian coach intimidated her. She had met him a couple times before signing her contract when he attended Gryffindor matches during second term her final year. But even then he never seemed to say much, just watched with that intense gaze of his. When she signed her contract, he stood in the corner, studying her silently with ice cold eyes while Walters did most of the talking.

All she really knew about him was this was his first time coaching in the English League and he was once a keeper before he got injured. Daisy remembered the match he had gotten hurt in - she had been there during the 2018 World Cup with her father and brothers. So far, no one seemed to know what his plan was with the Arrows, other than he was pissed that the previous coach had let Jamie transfer to Puddlemere.

She walked onto the field and looked around for the coach, but he was nowhere in sight. She looked up and saw the first string practicing. The chasers were in a tight formation and soared toward the hoops, the left chaser launching the quaffle to the right hoop. The keeper flew over but missed it by a wide margin. Daisy grimaced.

"He's not the keeper your brother was, but with time, he will get better," a voice said from high behind her. Daisy jumped as she looked over and saw Nilsson flying down towards her. He smoothly stepped off the broom and came to a stop at her side, not a hair out of place. "Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"It's alright. I used to think my cousin was the only person who could sneak up on me," she said, thinking of Freddie, who had a penchant for popping up randomly.

"Must be a witch or wizard of considerable gifts," he said, looking back to the team. Daisy nodded and turned to the sky.

"Considerably gifted at being annoying," Daisy muttered, thinking he didn't hear. Out of the corner of her eye she could have sworn she saw his mouth twitch but then turned her full attention back to the pitch. Her eyes caught sight of the snitch, zooming high above. She followed it for a bit before noticing that Hastings was clueless, flying in lazy circles, searching for it. She frowned.

"I want you to train with the first string," he said suddenly, causing her to jump slightly again. "The way he's been playing, you'll probably be filling in for him a lot anyway. And maybe it will motivate him to try harder… or retire faster."

Daisy whipped her head around to look up at him. He was tall - taller than her brothers, which she didn't think was possible. Maybe his ancestors were Vikings.

"Are you sure?" she asked, astonished. How was she supposed to play matches with the reserve team when she would be spending all her time training with the first strings?

"Yes. Whatever you learn here will work in reserve team matches. They learn the same plays in case they should need to fill in. Not to mention they are over here scrimmaging a lot anyway," he said, glancing down at her, his face betraying nothing. He put his fingers to his lips and whistled. It was shrill and loud and immediately all seven players zoomed over and landed. They stood in a semi-circle around the coach and Daisy.

"As I'm sure you all are aware, this is Daisy Wood. She is our reserve seeker. She's going to train with us exclusively," he said calmly. The team looked at each other, confused.

"But we already have a seeker," Kelly, the captain, said, his Irish brogue becoming more pronounced with irritation.

"Yes, I know. But until Hastings stops getting injured so much, we need her over here. She needs to get used to flying on the pitch with you," Nilsson replied. The team looked at him then set their sights on the petite girl at his side. There was no masking the animosity in Hastings and Kelly's faces. Daisy pulled herself up to her full height even though she was only 5'3. They weren't going to make this easy for her, but she didn't care. She was made of tougher stuff.

"Alright then. Go," he said dismissing them. The team boarded their brooms and took off. "Show me a bit of what you can do," Nilsson said, looking down at Daisy. She nodded nervously and hopped on her broom, kicking off. She soared up above the pitch and looked down as the chasers set up to practice the next play. Kelly glowered at her. Looked as though being Jamie's little sister wasn't going to grant her any favors here. She looked around, searching. A breeze cooled her cheeks as Hastings pulled up next to her. She glanced at him, noting that he had seen better days. He was 40 and had taken a few too many injuries over the years, the big one last year leaving him with a limp. His grizzled face looked weary, but his dark eyes still held a certain sharpness.

"So, you're out for my spot," he stated simply, his eyes also searching. "I still have one more season."

"I didn't ask to come over here… Coach called me over," Daisy said, refusing to look at him.

"Don't think you can just walk onto the first string because you're a Wood," he shot back. Daisy kept looking. She grinned as she saw what she was looking for. A small glint of gold behind the goal posts.

"Contrary to popular belief, I've always worked for everything I've gotten, Hastings," she said before taking off. She ducked a bludger and flew around the chasers, making sure not to disturb their formation. She swung around the goal post, causing a breeze to ruffle Bray's hair. The snitch flew off around the hoops, moving towards the opposite end of the pitch. Daisy narrowed her eyes, focused on following it. She edged her broom forward faster. The snitch went down, flying toward the lower stands. Daisy shot after it, swinging around the coach and then back up, still following.

"Almost got it," she thought. Just past the snitch, something caught her eye. She glanced up and saw Hastings, coming at the snitch from the other side. "Bloody vulture. He's got a death wish," she muttered. She quickly went through her options. She could pull back or move out of the way and let him catch it. But she had spotted it first. Her competitive side was rearing its head. She narrowed her eyes and knew what she was going to do.

She sped up, heading straight for Hastings. He wasn't backing down. Good. It appeared as though the two were going to collide head-on. Daisy reached her hand out, grabbed the snitch and immediately leaned right, suddenly rolling away as Hastings zoomed passed. Daisy did a couple more rolls and then straightened, pulling out of the rolls smoothly. She came to a stop and looked down at the snitch in her hand, smiling. The sound of a lone person clapping brought her out of her reverie. Daisy looked over and noticed all the players floating in the air, staring at her. The clapping was coming from Nilsson, who stood where she had left him, smiling slightly. Daisy looked at all the players. Hastings was glaring at her. Kelly seemed torn. He wanted to be angry, but he was also impressed. The rest of the team had varying expressions of admiration.

Well, this was going to be interesting.


At the end of practice, Daisy started heading towards the reserve locker rooms with the rest of the team. She was a bit sore. She had been sideswiped by a bludger, but it wasn't anything she wasn't used to. They had just scrimmaged with the first strings. And won. But only because Daisy found the snitch early. At this point, she knew she was better than Hastings. In just one practice, she was able to determine his style and approach. He couldn't really see the snitch anymore so waited until she found it and followed her. He very much was a vulture.

"Wood. We moved your things to the first string locker room," Nilsson said. Everyone stopped and stared at him, Daisy included. She nodded.

"Yes, coach," she said. She glance at Lauren who offered a shrug and smile in return. Daisy turned and followed the first strings to the locker room. It was unheard of for a reserve player to be permanently in the first string locker room. Usually that only happened when they filled in for matches. But it seemed as though Nilsson did things differently. Hastings glowered at her.

Daisy held back as she followed the team into the locker room, searching for her things. It was much nicer than the reserves, with large, metal blue and black lockers in a U-shape. She noticed one with her name at the end of the row closest to the entrance and walked over, silently opening it to reveal her bag on a shelf with her street clothes inside and a laundry basket underneath for her dirty practice uniform. Her shower robe was hanging on a hook on the door along with a towel. Propping her broom inside, she then sat and got to work taking her gear off.

"That was a wicked move you pulled," Paul Cunningham said next to her. Daisy glanced over at him. He was medium height and build with dark hair and bright blue eyes. He smiled. Daisy returned the smile and looked down, continuing working on her arm guards.

"Thanks. My cousin taught me that," she said, glad that at least one person there wasn't completely unhappy with the situation.

"Harry Potter?" he asked. Daisy nodded, throwing her gloves and arm guards into her open bag. She started working on her shin guards.

"So, is it true you've got a League-standard pitch at your house?" someone called out. Daisy looked over and noticed it was Bray. She nodded.

"Well… my family's house. I currently live in a flat in London with my brothers," she said.

"Be sure to tell the traitor we said hi," Ryan Kelly said. Daisy looked across the locker and met his light green eyes. He smirked then dropped his pants. Daisy immediately looked away, turning her back to him, under the guise of working on her shin guards again. She was used to being the only woman on a team, but at least the Gryffindors had a bit of modesty. Granted, for the better part of her time on the team half of them had been her relatives.

"What's this? Princess can't handle a bit of skin?" he asked, laughing.

"Come off it, Kelly," Cunningham said. He smiled an apology at Daisy. "She's part of the team now."

"Seems you lot forget I'm still here," Hastings shouted before slamming his locker shut. Daisy looked over at him. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and was glaring openly at Daisy. "I'm going to shower." He turned and walked away.

"Just remember. We're not your brothers, Princess," Kelly said before following Hastings. There was tense silence until they left.

"Don't worry about them," Marcus Wright said. Daisy looked over at the tall, black man with kind eyes. "We all know Hastings' time is over. Even he does. And there's no denying that we need you. Until Bray here gets up to snuff." Daisy's eyebrows shot up, expecting some sort of fight to break out. Except she heard Bray laughing. Daisy looked over him.

"We all know I'm no Jamie Wood," he said. "But I'll get there."

"At least we have a Wood on the team," a stocky red-headed man said with a thick Scottish accent. Rather than Daisy's bright red hair, it was more a brash, orangey red - similar to her Uncle George. Daisy recognized him as Sam Campbell, one of the beaters. "I rather liked your brother, shame to lose him. But if we get a first-rate seeker in exchange, I'll take it." Daisy nodded and returned to undressing. She stepped out of her boots, then pulled her shirt off and tossed it into the basket at the bottom of her locker and started working on her pants. Cunningham buried his head in his locker, but not before Daisy caught sight of his red face.

"What? Haven't seen a woman in a sports bra before?" she asked, smiling slightly. Cunningham cleared his throat.

"I have! I mean, well… Haven't been on a team with a woman before," he admitted, his head still in his locker. Wright, Campbell and the other beater, John Kingfisher, started laughing.

"Better get used to it," Kingfisher said, his American accent seemingly out of place. Daisy nearly forgot that he was from the U.S. Native American, if her memory served her right. She smiled over at them as she pulled her pants off and kicked them into the basket.

"Especially with one so fetching," Campbell said, glancing over to admire Daisy's lean, yet muscular frame. She raised an eyebrow at him, as she wrapped her robe around her then grabbed the towel and her shower things from the top shelf.

"Better watch it, Campbell. She has three massive older brothers and her father is one of the most respected coaches in the League," Kingfisher said. "A beating from them would definitely hurt."

"It's not them you need to worry about," Daisy said, winking as she shut her locker. She then sauntered off towards the women's showers as Kingfisher, Wright, Bray and Cunningham laughed at the shocked expression on Campbell's face.

"I like her," she heard Kingfisher say.


Daisy was tired and slightly sore when she apparated home that evening. But she knew it wasn't something one of her mum's potions wouldn't cure. She supposed she could always brew up her own, but something about her mother's seemed to work better. She appeared in the middle of the living room and was immediately greeted by her three brothers and best friend Toby.

"Welcome home!" they all shouted, surprisingly in unison, holding up beers in their hands. Daisy shook her head and dropped her bag on the floor. Her hair was still wet from the showers and pulled up into a messy bun.

"Should have known you lot would have something up your sleeves. Surprised you didn't set off fireworks," she said walking over to them. At that moment, Remus grinned brightly as fireworks started exploding near the ceiling. Daisy rolled her eyes as she accepted a beer from Toby and took a long drink.

"So, Pixie, how was your first day on the Arrows reserve team?" Alan asked.

"Well… I was only with the reserves team for warm-ups and a couple drills. Nilsson pulled me over to first string practice after that," she said. Toby's eyes widened.

"What? That's great!" he said. Daisy looked over at her brothers, who looked pleased

"Suppose that makes sense," Jamie said. "Seeing Hastings' reputation and all."

"I reckon he's not happy about that," Remus said, glancing at Jamie who nodded in agreement.

"Yea, I doubt he is. He's a bit of a codger. Even when he was doing better, he had a sour temper. Only one who could stand 'im really was Kelly," he replied.

"I'm in the first string locker room, too," she added. At that all four men stared at her in shock.

"Is it so smart to have you in there with the current seeker?" Remus asked. "Locker room banter can get bad…"

"Hastings'll be out for blood," Jamie said, worried. "With fresh meat dangled in front of him like that… things could get nasty."

"I can take care of myself," Daisy said, meeting his eyes. "Besides, it's only really Hastings and Kelly who seem to mind me there. The rest are fairly good blokes." Jamie nodded and smiled slightly at her.

"Kingfisher, Cunningham and Wright are nice enough. I don't know Bray that well. But Campbell, careful with that one. He can be a bit of a lech," he said.

"Cunningham seems a bit shy. Bray's alright. Kingfisher is friendly, but also nice to look at," Daisy said, contemplating her new teammates. "Campbell is nothing I can't handle." Her brothers laughed.

"Well nice to hear you're getting along with them. Cause they'll most likely be here Friday night after Jamie wins," Alan said. Daisy walked over and flopped down on the couch.

"Sounds good. What's for dinner?" she asked. Toby walked over and sat at the other end.

"Ehm… pizza?" Remus said, looking at Alan and Jamie.

The two shrugged.

"No need for that. I've brought dinner," a voice said from the kitchen. All four looked over and saw Iris standing there, unloading dishes of food from a cloth shopping bag.

"Mum!" the triplets shouted as they walked over to her. She looked at them and smiled then looked over at Daisy.

"See we only had one brush with danger today," she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Mum, really. It was nothing," Daisy replied. The triplets all looked over at her.

"What did you do?" Remus asked, his face lit up. Daisy gave him a look.

"She nearly collided with the other seeker," Iris said, still unloading dishes. She had made them a feast.

"You did that thing Harry taught you?" Jamie asked, his voice full of wonder. Daisy nodded.

"Finally perfected it," she said.

"Wait, is this the move that nearly got you killed last year?" Toby asked.

"No," Daisy said the same time her mother said "Yes."

"Really it's not that difficult or dangerous. I was just too keyed up during that match to execute it properly. I did it loads of times in practice without a hitch," she said, rolling her eyes. Iris stared at her a moment. "Fine. It's a tiny bit dangerous," Daisy admitted. Iris finished her work and looked at her children.

"Right then, that should be a decent dinner. Just return the dishes to me this weekend when you all come round on Sunday," she said before silently disappearing.

"I'll never get used to that," Toby said, staring at the blank space where Iris stood just moments before.

"Why couldn't I have gotten that gift," Daisy whined.

"Please, you're a metamorphmagus. At least you got something," Remus said walking over to the island.

"Still not as cool as Jamie's," Daisy said, looking over at her brother. Jamie grimaced slightly.

"Trust me, there are times when I wish I couldn't see inside people's minds," he said, glancing at Toby before he walked over to the island as well.

"We better get food before this lot eats it all," Toby said cheerfully, oblivious to the look Jamie had given him. Daisy pushed off the sofa and walked to the kitchen. She took a deep breath, relishing the smell.

"My favorites," she said, grinning. They all set about to filling their plates and were shortly seated around the table.

"I think we need a toast," Alan said before they took a bite. He lifted his beer bottle and waited for others to follow.

"To Daisy, the next world's best seeker!" Alan shouted. They all clinked their bottles together and took a drink.


I had intended to wait a bit longer before posting another chapter - still have a fair bit of writing left on this one even though I'm already at 150 pages though not everything written is in chronological order - but after the first chapter got so much love, I decided to gift you all with another right away. Should hopefully get a decent amount done tonight and tomorrow as I'm working late shift at my office and it tends to be slow with a lot of down time. Meaning hopefully I can keep updating fairly often.

And I'm still working on writing quidditch scenes. I feel like this story is better in terms of that, but seriously, those things are hard to do. Apologies if they are a bit rough - it's a work in progress. Plus I had to sit down and literally make a roster for several teams just so I could keep all the names straight. I even went so far as to make up a calendar with all the matches for Wanderers, Puddlemere and the Arrows in order to keep timelines straight... Basically this story is seriously a labor of love.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this latest installment. And thanks to my my reviewers, faves and followers - Bookworm742, Emyra, Homerunhitter & twilightlover427. Also thanks to the last reviews, favorites and followers on Surviving Hogwarts - Guests 1 & 2, infinityneverlasts, Hollarious969 & lightbabe.

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