A/n: It being a holiday here I nearly forgot that it was Monday and time to add a new chapter! Happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving!

Update: Thank you for noticing Amazing F that the second POV is Rose, not Ida. Silly me. It's all changed and ready to go.

Amelie

Thursday – 9:00pm

'Alright girls, bring it in!' I call, raising my arms to stop the quaffle one last time. It was a good attack on Lily's part, but I'm proud to say that I'm one of the best keepers at Hogwarts after many years of practice. I tuck the ball under my arm and follow my chasers to the ground. Rose meets us there and passes me the snitch to lock away. Mariah and Coraline wrestle the bludgers into place, wiping sweat from their faces when they're finished.

'That's got to be the worst part of practice.' Coraline breathes heavily, pulling her hair back.

'Good work today, I daresay you're all improving. Mariah, remember not to drop your wrist when batting, and Nell, watch your left side. But still, fantastic practice today.' I clap my hands together, smiling. 'Has everyone written up a list of things they know about the Slytherin team? I'll take those and work out what I'm telling Potter.'

My team passes in their lists and gather their bags, heading back to the castle. It's late for a cold shower in the locker rooms and everyone has an essay to write or a book to read. I lock up and chase after them.

'How is my grip looking, Amelie?' Lily turns to ask.

'Your left hand tends to slip down the broom as you get tired, keep it up with your right if possible. But your rolls are looking spectacular. I have Nell doing some reading on feints, I might have you do the same. You Weasleys are quidditch naturals.' I say. I refuse to acknowledge her as a Potter.

'Most of our parents played during school.' Lily admits. 'I think that Dominique would have been fantastic on a broom, but James got to her. Convinced her it was dangerous. Victoire used to play, but Uncle Bill refused to let her continue after she shattered her collar bone at tryouts in her second year. The captain was impressed with her spirit, she wanted to keep playing, and he offered her the spot. She couldn't take it though.'

'What is it with the males in your family and quidditch?'

'We're a close knit group. They're really protective of us.' Lily shrugs. 'You just get used to it after a while. I heard from mum that Uncle Ron was torn when he found out about Rose playing quidditch. On one hand he's proud to have her on the pitch, but he'd rather have both her feet on the ground, where it's safe.'

'But it's quidditch.' I gasp loudly. I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't hopped on a broom.

'But nothing.' Someone calls from the steps of the castle. I could recognise that angry voice anywhere.

'Potter.'

'Lily.' Potter snaps, ignoring me entirely. 'I can't believe you. Give me that broom right now and I won't tell dad about this.'

'How did you find out?' Lily asks, hiding her broom behind her back. 'You hold tactic training on Thursday nights!'

'Tate came back early for an essay. He saw you heading down and alerted me to this travesty. Broom.'

'Tate's on my list.' She spits, fingering her wand.

'Come on, Potter. It's quidditch.' I intervene.

'You don't get to say anything, Perry. You rub me the wrong way because you're good at quidditch and I can deal with that.' He comes down the steps to face me, angry in a way I haven't seen. Usually he's red in the face and frothing at the mouth. Right now he's just brutal and cold. 'But the moment you influence my baby sister to take up the sport, we start to have a problem.'

'You can't control Lily like that. She has the right to do what she wants.'

'You are not family, Perry. Stay out of our family issues.' He reaches out a hand to his sister, raising a brow at her as if to say come. 'And as for our deal, I'm calling it off. You can figure out another way to get your money.'

'You know what James Sirius Potter,' Lily says, stepping past me and knocking her brother on the chest with her broom. 'I'm telling mum. You're going to have to answer to her about why I'm not allowed to play. You said at the beginning of the year it was because I was too young, to come back next season. It's more than that and I can assure you that she won't be too happy.'

Potter's eyes nearly bulge out of his head. He's no longer angry. Just terribly frightened. 'You wouldn't.'

'You can't stop me.' Lily says, starting up the steps to the entrance.

He chases after her, leaving the rest of us in the dark.

'Oh no.' Rose whispers. 'Aunt Ginny is not going to be happy about this.'

Rose

Friday – 8:45pm

'You realise,' Ida grumbles as we make our way across the lawn to the pitch. 'That this is the second Friday night I've given up to the Slytherin team? And last time Professor Longbottom nearly caught me after curfew – no thanks to you.'

'This'll take five minutes, then you can go back to lounging in the common room.' I respond, shoving my hands in my pockets. 'They deserve to know.'

'And you want to see Scorpius…'

'And you want to see Damon, so zip it.'

'Don't you insinuate that my relationship with Damon is anything more than platonic. Ever since this fakeout started he's been more of a brother to me. Which is strange because I've always hated the Slytherins, and now I spend all of my time with them!' Ida laughs. 'I'll go hug him to keep up appearances. Sometimes Amity and Posy go watch their practices.'

'They're barmy if they do – it's too cold out to sit on freezing benches in the dark watching others have fun.'

As if to prove my point, the November wind shrieks around us, pulling my curly hair. We push forwards, eyes on the lit entrance to the pitch. Once there, we huddle and watch the seven boys zoom around on their brooms, waiting for one to notice us. Finally, my cousin turns for the ground.

'Hello Rose.' He says, leaning his broom against the stands and pulling off his sweaty gloves. 'Damon will be down in a second.' He says to Ida.

'I need to talk to you and Scorpius.' I take his arm, pulling away from my friend. 'It's highly confidential.'

Al looks to the sky, waving down his captain. 'Highly confidential.' He says.

'Much as was the information about your new beater.' I lean forwards conspiratorially. 'I thought you had the right to know – James was paying us for information about your team for this upcoming match.'

Scorpius's face hardens. 'And?'

'He called it off on account of an argument with Amelie.'

'No surprise there.' Al laughs.

'She planned on giving him false information anyways. I just wanted to inform you that James isn't playing fair.'

Scorpius and Al share a look.

'That look means they're up to something.' Ida says, not watching her boyfriend in the sky, but instead studying Al's face. It is highly suspicious.

'What are you up to that we don't know about?' I'd think we'd know everything, considering we'd just spent a week tailing them and documenting their every move.

Scorpius grins and throws his arm around my neck. 'It's nothing that you need to wor– ouch!'

'Hands off, Malfoy.' It's James. Again. He seems to have a knack this week for turning up when you don't want him to. His wand is out and he looks ready to duel.

The rest of the Gryffindor team is there as well, dressed for practice. They watching their captain face off against Scorpius uneasily. The Slytherin removes his arm from around me and takes a few steps forwards. James doesn't drop his wand.

'What are you doing her Potter? We have the pitch for another ten minutes.'

'I've booked the pitch for a late night training session. We thought we might come down early and warm up. Boys, go run some laps.' James gestures to the field and his team goes running.

'You came down early to spy on us.'

'Where's Nott?' James deflects his accusation. 'A little birdy told me you've replaced him with a fifth year.'

Scorpius' neck nearly breaks as he spins to stare at me. According to him, I'm the only one who knows about the switch. He doesn't give me a second to defend myself.

'Get out of here Potter–'

'Touchy touchy,' James mocks him. 'Sounds like you haven't been getting any recently. Stay away from him, coz. Everyone is playing a pretty dirty game this year. I'm not the only one bribing people for secrets.'

'Leave him alone, James.' I step forwards, placing a hand on Scorpius' arm. 'We are friends, James! Friends! And Scorpius would never do that to a friend!'

There's a tick of silence.

James winks. 'If you say so.' He tucks his wand away and joins his team, looking quite smug.

'Pack up, Al.' Scorpius grunts, staring after my older cousin. He shrugs off my hand and marches off to the Slytherin change room.

I turn to see Albus and Ida sharing a wide-eyed look.

'That didn't go so well.' Ida groans.

'It's probably a good idea if you guys get out of here.' Albus says, grabbing his broom and waving at the other green clad members of his team.

'Damon! Get down here!' My friend calls her boyfriend down, pulling him close to whisper in his ear, then shoving him after Scorpius. 'He'll straighten things out.'

She takes my hand and pulls me towards the entrance of the pitch, ignoring my confused looks.

'Oh Rose, you've done it.' Ida sighs. 'Friends probably wasn't what Scorpius wanted to hear.'

Coraline

Saturday – The Gryffindor versus Slytherin Game

Everyone's a little tense the morning of the match. Sitting in the Ravenclaw stands with the rest of my team, I'm not sure who to cheer for – or to cheer at all. Amelie is glaring at her rival so hard one might think she's trying to push him off his broom with her eyes. Rose and Ida are both bouncing on their seats, nervously watching the Slytherins (I can only assume they're looking for their loveies), and Ruth is torn between hanging over the railings with excitement and studying her nails with disinterest. Mariah is tucked away under the bench and I wonder why she came at all.

Nell and I share a look. Our team is crazy.

'Coraline!' I turn to see Marvel and Julien waving from the partition between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor stands. I shuffle around the people filing into the seats to meet them.

'You're cheering for our boys, right?' Marvel nods. 'Make it loud, so Fred can hear.' He thumbs towards the pitch where the players are warming up.

'Hey guys!' Fred appears at the railing, hovering on his broom. 'Ready for the game of the season?'

'That comes at the end of the year, and I'm afraid you'll be watching from the stands.' I manage a semi-witty remark, then nearly faint at the thought of having done so.

'We'll see about that, Coraline Darcy.' Fred narrows his eyes at me.

'Hey – are we getting good luck kisses from Coraline?' Lorcan asks, appearing at his shoulder, making our whole ruse incredibly apparent. He leans over his broom, puckering extravagantly.

I scrunch my nose and move away but Marvel pinches my side. I give him a kiss, turning his head to the side so it lands on his cheek.

'Ah, marvelous, darling. I can feel the luck already.'

'Me too!' Lysander pushes them aside for his own kiss.

'Alright, alright – go play your game!' I wave them away.

'I don't get one?' Fred whines, taking Lysander's place.

'I suppose it's only fair.' I sigh, little flutteries taking hold of me. Merlin's beard – Fred Weasley II is complaining about not getting a kiss from me! He smiles widely and shows me some cheek for kissing. I take my sweet time and savour the moment, flushing a violent red afterwards.

'I feel the luck already!' He laughs. 'Let's see how a kiss from a lady fares against some Slytherins!'

'Thank you, Marvel.' I wrap my arms around him in a hug. 'You planned that, didn't you?'

'Lorcan and Lysander love any chance to act. I thought they did rather well.' He remarks, watching his friends. 'Anyways, remember to cheer real loud for us Gryffindors!'

'Sure thing.' I wave him off, returning to my own. They're still a jittery bunch, except for Nell, who has her feet propped up and is laughing at what names Amelie is calling James Potter under her breath.

'So, who do we think will win this?' Ida asks, turning to face the group.

'The question is not who do we think – it's who do we want. We always need to be thinking of the final game.' Amelie looks away from the field. Her jaw drops.

'Well spoken, Miss Perry. Reminds me of myself at your age.'

A/n: Who could it be!? You'll find out after the next chapter. (sorry) As it's been 20 chapters and many characters, I'm doing a write up about each character and what they're up to at the moment - to be honest, I had to do this for myself to figure a few things out and I though you might appreciate. So expect that in a week!