I am a poo. I hate myself. I should update more often, and I'm sorry. But life has been crazy, and... yeah. But there's no excuse. I'll try to be better!

I hardly got any sleep that night. I was tossing and turning, wondering who James would chose. I mean, Matt was a seventh year, it was his last year to try out – maybe James would want to give him a chance? Plus he was very good looking, he would probably bring more female fans to the game... not that we needed more female fans – James and Sirius were more than good enough for that purpose.

I groaned. There really was no point in trying to sleep. I got out of bed and headed toward the window sill, where we kept a jug of water. It was a very pretty night – a full moon was just rising and the whole world was bathed in a ghostly silver light.

I could appreciate the beauty in a detached, that-would-make-a-pretty-picture kind of way, but full moons no longer held magic and delight for me. All I could think about was how many people were transforming into werewolves right now, how many children would soon be sought out for prey .

Were Jess and my parents looking up at the moon too, cursing it? Cursing magic? Cursing me? I shook my head – this was not helpful . I went back to bed, reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood to distract me.

When I woke up the next morning, I could tell instinctively that I looked absolutely terrible. Maybe it's a girl's gift? Anyway, it's pretty useful. I took a quick shower and brushed my hair before heading down to the common room, ready to wait all day to see the team sheet, if necessary.

I didn't see why the new Chaser had been announced immediately, but I had to wait to see the team sheet to know who the Seeker was. When I'd asked James about it, he's said something about how the Seeker decision was harder, seeing as me and Matt had drawn with our scores. Bullshit.

If you ask me (which no-one ever does), he's trying to draw it out longer to mess with my mind. Why did I decide to befriend him on that first day in the station, again? Oh yeah, because I didn't know how to get through the barrier... I guess putting up with him is better than never having come to Hogwarts at all. Marginally.

I crept down to the common room, making the stairs creak (sometimes I wished the stairs turned into a slide for girls too – a fun and silent way of getting down). I was the first in the common room, which was hardly surprising seeing as it was 7.30 on a Sunday morning. You'd have to be crazy to get up this early... or OBSSESSED WITH FINDING OUT THE QUIDDITCH TEAM, GODAMMIT JAMES.

So anyway, I sat in the common, literally twiddling my thumbs. And let me tell you, it's harder than you'd think it is. My thumbs kept getting caught together in an extremely frustrating way. Ugh. I stopped twiddling and started humming. Then I got up and practiced bubble-head charms (this week's homework), and then I skipped around the common room – all in an attempt to keep myself entertained while I waited for James to come downstairs with the team sheet.

Finally, when I couldn't think of anything else to do, I sat down again, staring into the fire that always seemed to be lit. Once I'd come down here at 2.30 in the morning (Alice had left and woken me up so I, being a worried friend, followed her only to find she was meeting Frank to do something I really didn't want to be witness to), and the fire was still blazing away merrily, exactly like it is in the day time. I guess that's the beauty of magic!

I checked my awesome wizard watch that James had bought me for my birthday. (It had stars on it!) It was still only 7.50, and James had said the team sheet would be up at 8.

'I hate James.' I said moodily, prodding a chair with my wand.

'Yeah, me too.' A voice behind me said, scaring me half to death. I spun round, breathing hard and expecting Voldemort, only to see that Matt was standing there, looking sleep-deprived and crumpled, but still mighty fine.

'Woah, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you.' Matt said, taking a seat in the armchair next to me (the one I'd been prodding). Well he would have, except he leapt back up as soon as his (lovely) butt touch the chair. 'OUCH! Did you put a stinging charm on this? Jeez, if you didn't want me to sit here, you could have just said!' He said, winking at the end.

I gasped, mortified. 'Sorry! I guess I did it by accident... Bad wand.' Matt chuckled, did the counter curse and sat down.

'So...waiting for team sheet, right?' He asked, putting his feet up on a foot rest in front of him.

'Meh... yeah. Look, it's already 7.56! It should be here!' I whined, jiggling my fingers like I always did when I was nervous.

'Hey, relax.' Matt said, taking my hand. I think I stopped breathing. 'You know James, he'll probably magic it down here at exactly 8.' I nodded. That was true.

Matt let go of my hand, and it suddenly felt cold and small. 'Yeah, he's a bozo like that. So how d'you know James?' I asked, trying to start a normal conversation.

'Well, we live quite near each other, so we see each other in the holidays. Well, not last holidays, since Sirius Black was staying at his place all summer... but yeah.'

'Huh? Why was Sirius staying at James'?' I asked, confused. Matt looked surprised that I didn't know. Hmph. No one ever tells me stuff.

'He ran away from home last summer, didn't you know? He had nowhere to go, so the Potter's took him in. Apparently he's like their second son.' I pondered this. This bit of news was changing my opinions of James, Sirius and both their parents. Hmmm...

While I was musing over this, Matt suddenly leapt up.

'Hey, the team sheet!' I looked up, saw it was indeed on the notice board, and checked my watch. It was exactly 8 o'clock. I rolled my eyes, then jumped up to check the sheet, holding my breath.

Matt and I read it at exactly the same time.

The new seeker is Del Morrell, and the reserve is Matt Parker. All decisions are final.

I looked at Matt, only to find he was looking at me, grinning. 'Sorry...' I said, feeling guilty.

'Hey, it's cool.' Matt said, smiling still. 'I didn't really mind either way. But you know what this means, don't you?' I raised on eyebrow.

'Um... no.'

'Well, you have to let me take you out on a consolation date! How's next Hogsmeade weekend?

'Next Hogsmeade weekend's great.' I replied, unable to keep the smile off my face.

'Great.' Matt said, and bent down to kiss my cheek. I blushed, and he grinned again. 'We should probably go and catch up on lost sleep then...' I nodded, and we set off to our dorms, both looking back and smiling before we started up the stairs.

I flopped back into bed, grinning like a maniac. I'd got Seeker, and I'd got a hot date for next weekend. Not bad work for a Sunday morning.

Hey, I've just read through my reviews! 28, thanks guys! And just a note to karabell-karaboo723, I'm sorry if you find my inaccuracy of the time period offensive, but this isn't really supposed to be a historical novel, it's a bit of fun, so...yeah. And no, I didn't do any research on it, because it's set in Hogwarts... which is imaginary. So the research wouldn't be relevant for most of it.