Hours had past since I had last woken up, the curtains were drawn tightly shut keeping the room in a reasonably dark state.
I was ready for the first proper day of my summer at the Potters house; with Sirius of course.
I walked in the general direction of the kitchen, praying that someone would be there to guide my way to… well anyone.
I stumbled slightly, still a bit light headed from the sleep before – as well as something else, which I refused to admit.
I peered through various doors, searching for any form of life when someone shouted behind me,
"You're finally up, sleepy head"
I turned and blinked a few times, still dazed and disorientated to see James looking happy as ever and Sirius smiling at me.
"I'm up" I croaked, my voice obviously not functional yet.
"You're a tad late for breakfast but lunch will be ready soon and then Remus and Peter will be coming over and then-" babbled James.
I cut him off "- James, you might be a little over excited"
He grinned "just a bit"
The whole time we were talking Sirius just stood next to James and smiled, it was starting to freak me out a bit.
"What are we waiting for? Its time for food" James shouted grabbing me and pulling down the hall, I stumbled and nearly tripped although James didn't notice. Sirius snickered.
We walked out the sliding glass doors onto the courtyard. The courtyard was covered in summer flowers that seemed to take over anything in dight. The pool was just a little way down the path with a glass fence that rich people seemed to have.
The sun was warm on my face and seemed to light up the whole area.
James led me over to the large wooden table that was covered in every kind of food imaginable, with flowers picked from the garden as a centre piece; just to finish the look.
The three of us sat down with Aunty Carol and Uncle Harold who was reading the paper with his lopsided glasses. The two of them smiled at me and said good morning, and I returned the gesture.
Sirius and James had already begun stuffing their faces so I decided I would too.
20 minutes later and I had eaten enough food to feed 6 fully grown men, don't let me get started on Sirius and James; I have no idea where they fit it all.
We were sitting in a comfortable silence when Sirius' face lit up like a light bulb,
"Lets play Quidditch!" he said excitedly.
My heart rose, Quidditch was my all time favourite sport, with out meaning to brag… I am hell good at it.
James looked excited, the two boys looked like school girls until James' face dropped "How do we choose teams?" he asked.
"How about, you two against me" I said, trying but failing not to be too cocky.
The boys laughed at me, but I didn't let my confidence slide. "Are you scared you are going to lose?" I asked raising my eyebrows (I have never been able to raise only one, doesn't stop me from trying though)
"No offence, but we would hammer you" said Sirius.
"Ok well if that's what you think, then lets make this interesting" I smirked.
James stopped laughing and looked at me curiously "How so?" he asked sounding slightly Shakespearean.
"Whoever wins gets to have the others dessert tonight" I said getting excited for my three deserts, I am sorry for my cockiness but I am a Potter.
"Well I feel bad for taken your dessert, but ok" said Sirius with confidence.
"Then it's a deal" I said "Lets go so I can win myself some dessert"
"Just don't hurt yourself" said Aunty Carol as we left to go to the Potters personal Quiddtich Pitch.
Just as we were leaving Uncle Harold whispered something so only I could hear, "Beat those cocky boys, their heads were blown up a tad too much"
"Don't worry, I will be the pin too deflate them" I said.
As we made it too the pitch and we had our brooms picked out, it was time to lay down the law, or in better terms, the rules.
James spoke in loud and proud voice, "Seen as we are all chasers here, there shall be no snitch and only one bludger, can you handle that" he said the last part to me.
"I was more worried for you" I said.
James began in his high and mighty voice again, "Please no back chat, furthermore there will be the half pitch rule; this means that once the opponent has intercepted the ball they must fly to half court and return to the goals to attempt to score… understand?" once again he directed the last bit at me.
"Of course" I said sweetly, "Prepare to get your butts kicked"
"Please Rachel, there will be no butt kicking on our behalf only on yours" said Sirius.
"We will see about that," I said.
We all mounted our brooms, ready for the match. James had the bludger in his arms, struggling to get out and Sirius had the quaffle, which he threw to me,
"Ladies first" he said smoothly.
"Always the gentlemen" I replied.
"What can I say?" he said
"Could – we h-h-hurry this – up – maybe?" puffed James with the struggling bludger.
"Fine by me, the sooner I can win," I said.
"First to 5, winners get dessert," shouted Sirius.
My heart was pounding and my hands were sweating, it felt strange because I was usually fine in these conditions although I wasn't usually metres away from Sirius Black. Winning this game wasn't necessarily to prove that I could beat James and Sirius is more that I could prove to myself that I did not like Sirius. It was weird I know but brains are weird.
"3-2-1 GO" shouted James.
And we pushed off into the air, the quaffle still clutched in my hand.