Saturday morning, before the sun had even fully risen over the horizon, The marauders sat in the bleachers of the Quidditch pitch and waited for the members of the Griffindor team to arrive.

Daph was sprawled out on the wooden seats, her breakfast of buttered toast in her hand. Tracey sat beside her, fiddling with the sleeves of her jean jacket and yawning every few minutes. Piper had her omnioculars out and was inspecting the people on the pitch.

"Weasley just arrived," she said.

"That's nice," Daph murmured.

Tracey yawned.

"Did you know Ron Weasley is their new keeper? Gryffindor is screwed this year."

Daph kept her mouth shut. Ron Weasley fell into Harry Potter territory.

Tracey and Daph exchanged glances.

"Fogure out the target yet?." A familiar voice asked. The trio looked up to see Jessi.

"Maybe" Daph said, waving a hand in greeting. "You got any ideas?"

"Yes i do," said Jess, taking a seat on the wooden bench behind Daph. "You?"

"Not really," Piper said.

"You're the smart one," said Jess. "You should've figured out who."

"Just be really morbid and dramatic in your predictions and you'll be fine," I said. "Come on, even Goyle can ace that class."

Piper's smile quickly formed, and she said, "You dont mean?."

Frowning, Daph looked from Tracey to Jess, Piper and back. "You're joking, right?"

Tracey snorted. "Daph, you're stupid."

Tryouts continued for the next couple hours. The Griffindor team was missing two Beaters and a Chaser. There were about six people aiming for the beater positions, but to my surprise, the most impressive candidates were Ginny weasley and Katie Bell.

Tracey shook her head. "At least poor Longbottom isn't on the Gryffindor team."

The Marauders took this moment to sneak into the Griffindor team's locker room.

It was approaching noon and still the tryouts continued. Ginny knocked one of the Chaser candidates off his captain Oilver Wood, a seventh-year Chaser, looked very pleased with the bloodshed caused so far. As for the Chaser candidates, the Griffindor Keeper Ron Weasley couldnt block anything.

"So what time did Pansy make you lot wake up?"

The Marauders watched from the entrance to the locker room, scowling out at the Quidditch pitch.

"Is that a dung bomb," asked Tracey.

"Technically its two."

No one argued that point.

"Ron Weasley couldn't save a thing." Said Piper

Daph nodded, she was going through a trunk, she pulled out a parchment and smaller one with a saying on it, curious she stuffed the parchments into her pocket.

"So Weasley is a shite keeper," Daph said. "Why do we care?"

"'Weasley cannot save a thing'," said Piper.

"'He cannot block a single ring'," piped up Jess.

"'That's why Slytherins all sing'," said Tracey, adding a little tune to the words now, "'Weasley is our king.'"

"Oh good," Daph said, her voice flat. "You made a song."

"Why?" asked Jess. She sounded genuinely confused.

"Because Weasley struggles with nerves," said Piper. "It was so obvious."

"You want to write a song about Weasley so his nerves get to him," said Tracey slowly.

Piper nodded, her dark eyes were wide and eager.

After a moment, Tracey admitted, "Not a bad idea."

"That's what I thought," said Piper.

"'He always lets the Quaffle in'," said Tracey, throwing a random line out there. "Except that doesn't rhyme with 'king'."

Tryouts ended with Wood announcing the newest members of the Griffindor Quidditch team. It was just past noon when the Marauders left the pitch and made theirway back up to the castle. They stopped when there was a sudden boom, bursting into the laughter the group continued on. The Great Hall was reasonably full for a Saturday lunch, conversation buzzing over plates of sandwiches, salads, pastas, and fruits. Traceypicked a spot at the end of the Slytherin table, furthest from where the professors sat, and they all settled into onto the benches. The plates of fish and chips looked delicious.

"Look!" shrieked Piper as the Griffindor Quidditch team, exhausted from tryouts, still reeking from the dungg bombs, appeared through the doors of the Great Hall.

The sound of Laughter drew the teams, and all the tables attention.

"It was you," said Wood

"Did you have a smelly time," Daph said.

Ron frowned. "What?"

"You Griffindor's are full of shit," said Jess.

"She's frightening like that," Piper said.

Tracey nodded. "We wont stop eithet."

The Griffindor team shuddered.

"When that happens, I'm moving to Antarctica," Harry said.

"I like penguins," agreed Ron.

After lunch, the seventh years headed for the library, while the Marauders headed back to the Slytherin common room, Draco talking loudly about how he was going to beat Potter for the Snitch this year for sure. Daph hung back from the rest, and Jess followed suit, knowing she had something She wanted to say.

"I'm impressed you didn't curse Potter off his broom today," said Jess.

Daph snorted. "The temptation was there, oh shit"

Jess waited to see if She was ready to talk about whatever was bothering her yet, and when Daph said nothing, she asked, "This is about Potter?"

"All right." Daph hesitated and then added, "I dont have a sickle so i cant tell you."

"I see." That was all Jess said "Ah, well," Daph said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans. "It could be worse."

"Yeah," said Jess. "Look you dont have to pay me this time ok."

Daph nodded. "I know i made a bet, i know its hard not to but honestly all this purposely talking about Potter so i have to keep paying you guys is not only getting annoying but im going without things cause i have to pay you guys, yes i know its my fault."

" It is your fault yes" Jess said " But we could also ease up on the Potter talk "

" Daph why didnt you tell us?" Tracey asked, she and Piper walked up

" Cause you would just ask for a sickle " Daph said.

" Ok' lets try and not bring up Potter all the time " Piper said " We will only call you out of you join in or start a convo about him ok?"

Daph nodded, the four friends then all hugged in a group hug.