When she had taken her third bludger to the head, Alicia was encouraged by multiple healers that continuing her career as a Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons was not advisable. Not willing to completely give up Quidditch, she took a job with the Falcons as a coach. In charge of the Chasers, she was still able to be part of the world and help the next generation of players. They had promoted a reserve chaser to take her spot but the girl wasn't on the same level as the rest of the team. Alicia knew that the head coach was looking for a new chaser quietly and had one coming today that was looking to be traded from Puddlemere, though she had no idea who it was.

Walking out onto the practice pitch, the other coaches were standing around who she assumed to be the recruit. His back was to her but she could see even from where she was standing that he was a good foot taller than her, broad shoulders, and curly dark brown hair. Something about him was familiar to her but she couldn't put her finger on it. As she walked up to the coaches, the head coach waved at her and the man turned around. Alicia couldn't contain the gasp that escaped as she took in Marcus Flint.

Gone was the troll-like teeth, the acne, the mean look that had been a permanent feature on his face. Instead, she was faced with a man who had a genuine look of astonishment on his now very handsome face. Schooling her features, she walked over and held out her hand.

"Nice to see you, Mr Flint. I'm surprised to hear you're looking to leave Puddlemere." She said as professionally as she was able.

His hand gripped hers firmly when he shook it. "Please, just Marcus. When I heard the Falcons were looking for a new Chaser, I jumped at the chance. You've always been my favourite, you see."

Something about the way said it sent a shiver down her spine. Clearing her throat, she let go of Marcus' hand and turned towards Harvey Milton, the head coach. "Want me to put him through the paces, coach?" At his nod, she told Marcus to head into the sky.

After putting the man through the paces, Milton waved them both down to the pitch.

"Well Marcus, I've seen everything I need to so unless Alicia disagrees, you're now the newest chaser for the Falcons."

The smile that broke across Marcus' face sent butterflies straight to Alicia's stomach. They all shook hands and the other coaches headed towards the office, leaving her and Marcus alone on the pitch. They both stood there awkwardly quiet for a few moments before Marcus started to speak.

"I was sorry to hear you had to retire. You're one of the best chasers I had ever seen. That goal you made against the Harpies last year in the finals was inspiring." he told her.

She tried to fight down the blush that was threatening to creep up her cheeks. "Thank you. I've watched your career as well. I heard rumours you were being looked at for England for the next World Cup."

He ran a hand through his hair and grinned. "Ah, yeah. I've talked to them a few times. There's still two years before the cup."

Silence fell between them again. There was something about this Marcus Flint that intrigued her, something that made her want to get to know him more.

"So, there was a question I wanted to ask about the rules."

At her nod, Marcus continued.

"Are players allowed to ask coaches on a date?"

Her breath caught. There was no rule into place unless obvious favouritism became obvious.

"Oh no, there's not." She said quietly.

Stepping closer to her, Marcus cleared his throat. "Would you like to get a drink with me tonight?"

"I'd love that."