After the tryouts, Fiona met up with her Gryffindor friends. "Hullo, Fiona. How did the tryouts go?" Harry asked as the four met up outside. Her eyes glinted, and a slow grin spread across her face. "I suppose that depends on who you ask. Good, for me. But," She turned, and nodded toward Malfoy and his gaggle. "If you ask another, I doubt the answer would be the same." She waited for all of their laughter to subside before she looked pointedly at Harry again. "I suggest you be wary next week. You might not win the cup this year." She erased the sound of a threat in her voice with a smile and a wink. "Well, that depends. I still haven't seen you fly." Fiona smiled wickedly. "Well I suppose you'll see next week then, won't you?" For next week was the first Quidditch game of the school year, and it was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. "S'pose I will." They grinned at each other, but there was electricity in there eyes as they met. Only one team could come out the victor, and it was that what they both wanted.