A/N: So, this is the prewritten chapter, since I'm still at camp. Also, I'm sorry for the shortness of it; I didn't exactly have time to make it longer. Try and see if you can catch the Mary Poppins reference! Also, thank you, everyone, for your amazing reviews! Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter Title: A Flying Talent Show

QOTD: "Whoa. Scary Quinn." Wonderful observation of your girlfriend, Finn Hudson. It's a good thing that you remind me of an oblivious puppy, or else I really wouldn't love you as much.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Quidditch, or any other potentially dangerous sports. The only sport that requires me to be active that I'm actually good at is running/track, so I don't think I would be a very good Quidditch player.

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What Would Your Hogwarts House Relationship Be Like?

We know, we know—there are a lot more factors in a relationship than just being in the same—or different—house. However, that doesn't mean you can't predict what your relationship with a member of that house would be like! Through a survey and some educated guesses, we've put together an article that shows what your romantic relationship with a member of your house or a different house would be like.

No. 1: Hufflepuff and Slytherin:

This is the one relationship that seems impossible, but is actually one of the most beautiful and romantic. Two houses that seem completely different and have contrasting qualities, but also have qualities that would fit together perfectly. Think of it—kindness and ambition together, the ability to be sneaky and the ability to be helpful as well. Watch out—a Hufflepuff-Slytherin relationship is a veritable powerhouse!

No. 2: Slytherin and Gryffindor:

Next to the Hufflepuff-Slytherin relationship, this is the most romantic and possibly forbidden. The life-long enemies, coming together to form a love for the ages. It's the real-life representation of the saying "there's a fine line between love and hate", and despite the possible disapproval from close friends, you can bet your wand that this relationship is practically perfect in every way.

—Retrieved from the Muggle Studies classroom, Teen Witch Issue No. 268

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Show off your skills! Girls like people who have many talents, so try to tell her about yours—or better yet, even perform them for her! You might be afraid that you'll embarrass yourself, but trust me, not only will that not happen, she'll be extremely impressed instead! —Rachel L., Liverpool, England

"Let's see; you can't bake or cook, you can't draw, you can't lie convincingly either, and you can't sing or dance," Sirius says, ticking each one off on his fingers. "What talents do you even have?"

"He's obviously the best at being an idiot," Marlene snickers.

"McKinnon, can you just shut up for once?" Remus asks, sighing.

"What's the Muggle word?" Marlene sing-songs, a smirk on her face.

"Please," Remus adds, rolling his eyes.

"I meant Aguamenti, but I guess if you want to be all formal, that works too," Marlene shrugs.

"What? Aguamenti?" Remus says under his breath, shaking his head.

"I have many talents," James says. "I can—"

"Wait, James, um, why are we still doing this?" Peter asks, interrupting James. "I mean, doesn't Evans already know about the plan? I thought she figured everything out yesterday."

"That doesn't mean we should quit," James replies. "James Potter does not, has never, and never will give up!"

"You gave up Arithmancy," Remus points out.

"You stopped trying to learn football when you realized that it didn't involve magic," Peter adds.

"You quit Muggle Studies, Potter, even I know that."

"Etiquette lessons."

"Calligraphy classes."

"Those piano lessons you told me about."

"Alchemy."

"You even quit brushing your hair about six years ago."

"Okay, okay, I get the point!" James says. "Besides, McKinnon, I didn't quit Muggle Studies. I just took a break, and I'm still in the class, aren't I? And I couldn't understand football. All Muggle sports are just plain confusing, and they would be a lot more interesting with magic. Anyway, we're going ahead with the plan. Also, Sirius, I do have talents. I play Quidditch, don't I?"

"Just one problem with that idea, Potter," Marlene says. "There's no Quidditch game today, tomorrow, or anytime in the near future."

"I can fly, can't I?" James says.

"Yes, because watching a person fly around in tiny circles two feet in the air is so interesting," Marlene replies.

"I'll make it interesting," James decides. "How about I do a Wronski Feint? That would be really impressive, wouldn't it?"

"James, you're a Chaser," Remus says, staring at him. "You can catch Snitches, but only when you're tossing them from one hand to the other. How do you expect to dive about a hundred—over a hundred—feet downwards, catch a Snitch perfectly, and not die?"

"I can do it," James replies defiantly. "Just watch me."

"What color flowers would you like at your funeral, Potter?" Marlene asks. "I hear that red's very in season right now. And I know that someone's selling illegally bred Mandrakes in Hogsmeade. They'd make a nice addition to your wailing chorus of adoring fans."

"Fine, I know, I know," James sighs. "But throwing a ball into a hoop just isn't interesting anymore."

"And yet people pay hundreds of Galleons to get the best seats at Quidditch games," Remus says under his breath.

"What about all of you help me play a full Quidditch game?" James muses. "The four of you can all play different positions, and I'll be the star chaser who does death-defying stunts."

"Because a game of two-on-three is so intense," Marlene says.

"James, I just don't think this'll work out," Remus says. "Quidditch is and has always ben solely a team sport. I mean, I know that there are famous Quidditch players, but they only got that way because of their playing in a team, and frankly, we really don't have enough players. Unless you can do some incredible move that barely anyone has ever pulled off, you might as well toss this step in the bin as well."

"Wait, James, you can do a Dionysus Dive, right?" Peter asks.

"He can," Sirius remembers. "I mentioned it to Evans the other day when we were trying to get her to realize that James is obviously the most perfect and beautiful human being on earth."

"Yes, Pete, Sirius!" James exclaims. "I'll do that instead! See, McKinnon, Remus, it's all working out!"

"That's wonderful, Potter, but how will you get the pitch for yourself?" Marlene asks. "Aren't there teams practicing right now?"

"I don't think so," James replies. "I'm pretty sure it's pouring outside."

Sure enough, when Sirius looks out the window, he can barely see anything at all. The rain is pounding against the glass, and the sky is so dark that it almost looks like nighttime. He seriously doubts that even the craziest Quidditch captain would force their team to practice right now.

Unfortunately, James is more than just crazy, as proven by his still cheerful look. "Isn't it great? We'll be the only people out there!"

"Because you're insane," Remus says quietly.

"You expect to be able to do a Dionysus Dive in this weather, Potter?" Marlene asks, squinting in shock at James.

"Come on," James says, a smile still on his face. "If professional Quidditch players can play while there's thunder and lightning, I can do it too. Besides, it'll just prove to Lily that I'm dedicated enough to do any task, no matter how impossible it seems!"

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James's statement is quickly proven wrong when they get outside, James in full Quidditch gear, carrying his prized Nimbus 1001, somehow practically oblivious to the buckets of rain drenching his head, and Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Marlene huddling under huge umbrellas.

"See!" James shouts above the roaring wind. "It's not that bad, is it?"

"James?" Peter calls, squinting through the thick rain. "Where are you? I can't see anything!"

Surprisingly, after about twenty minutes of blind fumbling, they actually manage to get onto the pitch, which, as James predicted, is completely empty.

"I don't think we should be here," Peter says nervously, fiddling with the handle of his umbrella. "I mean, you can't see anything, and I'm pretty sure I just heard thunder. Aren't you afraid of falling or something?"

"Come on, Pete, I'll be fine," James says, climbing onto his broom and quickly flying up into the air. "See? Perfectly fine—whoa!"

James flips upside down at least three times, and Peter screams, before James sits up straight again, and laughs loudly.

"James!" Peter screams again, although it seems to be out of anger instead of fear this time. "Don't do that!"

"Sorry, Pete. You should have seen your face, though!" James says, still laughing. "Anyway, I'm fine. McKinnon, can you go get Evans to come out here? Try to convince her that she needs to see this or something."

"I doubt she'd come outside in this weather," Marlene says. "I'll try, but I don't think she'd come even if I told her they were giving away free textbooks or something."

Marlene hurries away under her blue umbrella, looking glad to be getting away from the rain for a few minutes.

"Okay," James says, rubbing his hands together and shaking his now-wet but still somehow messy hair. "I can do this. Remus, do you have a Quaffle?"

"You're lucky I remembered for you. Here," Remus says, throwing it up to James.

James catches the Quaffle, and flies around in a few circles before quickly stopping again. "Okay," he says again, blowing out air. "Wait! I think I see Evans!"

"Oi! Oi, Evans!" James calls to the two girls hiding under the umbrella, puffing out his chest and doing what looks like a very bad impression of a peacock. "Evans! Come to see me fly?"

"Fail, more like!" Evans shouts back.

"Thanks!" James says, seemingly oblivious to the insult. "You won't regret coming here!"

"Are you going to do it or what?" Evans asks. "I'm not staying out here for five hours!"

"Okay!" James takes another deep breath, and accelerates his broom forward until he's about ten feet from the hoops, at which time he leaps off his broom—leading to fake gasps from Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Marlene, and a possibly fake but also possibly real one from Evans—and throws the Quaffle with all his force into the middle hoop.

"I did it!" James shouts. "Evans, look, look, I did it—AHHHH!"

Sirius watches in horror as James tumbles down through the air, screaming all the way, having apparently forgotten about the fact that he was not actually sitting safely on his broom. Finally, after falling for what seems like hours, he lands with a thump onto the grass, and Sirius, Remus, Peter, Marlene, and even Evans immediately rush over to James's fallen body.

"Is he alright?" Evans asks, her face worried. "I mean—that fall—"

"I don't know," Remus replies, his face grim. "We have to get him to Madame Pomfrey immediately. I guess we can only hope that his injuries are minor and not life-threatening."

Even Marlene is silent, the air free from her usual snarky comments.

"At least he proved that he really can do a Dionysus Dive," Peter says.

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