"Come on! Let's kick some serious butt."

- My track coach

The next morning, every one woke up with a refreshing mix of excitement and nervousness. Matches with Gryffindor always began this way. Even though this wasn't the final, tenseness was humming in the air.

"Well," said Tracin said cheerfully as they walked toward the pitch. She played Chaser. "I think that Marie will have to break her promise to herself, and look at your face today."

Why?" asked Sirius drowsily.

"She's on the Ravenclaw team, you dolt," she reminded him, and laughed. Lily scowled. What on earth had persuaded her that going to a Quidditch match was a good idea? It was something along the lines of 'James will be there and Tracin's my friend…'

"You look just like Remus when you do that, you know?" said Tracin, suddenly appearing beside Lily.

"Yeah, well…it's not fair! I should be able to…sleep in." Lily asked irritably.

"Hey, no one forced you," replied Tracin shrugging her shoulders.

"You look just like James when you do that."

"Is that good or bad?" drawled James from the left.

Lily groaned in frustration and walked away. "What's up with her?" wondered Sirius aloud.

"I'll talk to her later," Tracin assured.

"Captains, shake hands," Madam Hooch ordered. James and Dave Rogers shook hands.

"And the match begins!" Sylvia Thrune, another of Lily's close friends, was commentating for the match. "And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Tracin Potter, zipping toward the goal and SC- no, she was feinting, and yes, now a SCORE! Gryffindor leads ten to zero..." Sirius was positioned as Chaser, and Marie, was Keeper on the other end. He knew there was trouble when she came speeding toward him, only to vehemently spin around in the air as T0:16 A2/P2racin scored another goal.

And so the match continued, ending with (another) spectacular capture of the snitch by James. As Gryffindor supporters cheered, Sirius couldn't help but glance at Tracin. She'd become a strange obsession. He watched her laugh, her teeth perfectly white and straight, her black hair shiny, her joking hazel eyes dancing, just like James…

Cut it out, he told himself. Hang on. Did this mean he had an attraction for James too? Jesus, his life was nutty. "Am I insane?" he asked himself.

He didn't notice he had spoken aloud until James said cheerily, "We've known that for a long time, Padfoot," He slung an arm over Sirius' shoulder. "Don't worry. That's the best part." Pretending to be disclosing a great secret in Sirius' ear, he half shouted, "I'm insane too!"

"So, James, what's new?" drawled Tracin from his other side.

"Oh, someone help me, I'm caught between the two Potter twins," wailed Sirius dramatically.

"As opposed to three Potter twins," Tracin quipped.

"That is not a problem, as far as I'm aware," said James, grinning. Now, for some reason, Sirius felt all shuddery, and watery. Was he getting sick?

"Um…I…have…to go do some…well…" he gesticulated hopelessly and shuffled off.

"Liar," Tracin called after him, still laughing. He shout's echoes followed him into the school.