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Chapter 7: I Found Out That…

The bell that signalled the end of class rang through the eerily quiet classroom. I looked up at Scorp's face as he left the room with a little wave. I sighed, ran my fingers through my hair and collected my stuff. I walked to the back of the classroom where Lupin's office was. Snickers from the Potter Posse were shot my way. Ignoring them, I walked to office door and waited.

I mean, I wasn't scared or anything. I've been pulled into so many offices and gotten so many lectures and scoldings, I was immune by now. But… I didn't like how it was one of my favourite teachers who was disappointed and all that ish with me. Picking my fingernails, I waited for Lupin to come from his desk to his office. After a couple of minutes had passed and he still hadn't gone into his office, I turned around to see what was taking so long.

He was having a muttered conversation with Potter, their heads bent together. It looked like Lupin was giving Potter a more personal and family orientated lecture. I sighed, shook my head and turned back around. Discreetly, I pulled my wand out. Doing a non-verbal spell that gave you the power to listen in on conversations, I inclined my head towards them a little. I mean, come on. Who wouldn't listen in on a private lecture?

Oh, don't look at me like that! I was curious! Privacy doesn't matter when I'm curious about something.

Suddenly, their voices filled my ears.

"I told you, somethings not right. My supplier for the antidotes disappeared. I don't have enough to last me the next month," Lupin's desperate whisper shocked me. This wasn't a lecture – it was a personal conversation about Lupin's whatever. It sounded like he had a condition of some sort. I know, I know. The right thing to do would be do undo the spell and let them have their privacy. But when did I ever do the right thing? I just even more intrigued.

"So… both of the potions are gone? Do you think the Pure's are behind it?" James whispered, all calm and collected.

"Yes. I'm sure of it. Vic is going out of her mind. She's trying to find something. I mean, it's not like I fully turn or anything, but it's still bad. I mean, combine that with me being a metamorphmagus? I'm practically the biggest target for the Pure's!" Lupin said, fear in his voice.

"I know! But the Pure's aren't after wizards yet… right?" James whispered uncertainly.

"Not for much longer. I suspect there will be a next attack. Maybe on trolls or giants or-"

"Hagrid! He's half giant! And he's married with a son, Jonny! What if he were to be killed?" James whispered, scared.

Lupin paled. "I thought of that. Your dad's been in contact with them. The three of them aren't safe! No one is safe, unless you're a pure blood. There's always been prejudice against muggle-borns and half-bloods, but the Pure's could do some serious damage. I mean, you heard what your dad said – 'they're building up there numbers. They're infiltrating everything. It's basically Voldemort all over again but worse, because this time, we don't have a clue who exactly is behind this'," Lupin stated.

"But they're not just against muggle-borns. Not anymore. It's giants, trolls, centaurs, house elves, mermaids, werewolves, metamorphagus's, animagus's – anything that isn't a Pure Blood witch or wizard," James said.

"They're also against anything that's a cross-breed, or a half-breed. This is bad, James. And it's only just started," Lupin said gravely.

"I know. But, one more thing – you might wanna be a little less obvious when listening in to someone's conversation, Madison Taylor," James drawled sarcastically. Shocked, I jumped a bit and heard them both chuckle. Quickly, I turned the spell off. How embarrassing! But also, enlightening. So the Pure's are real and they are wreaking havoc among the wizarding world. Plus, Lupin is a metamorhpmagus and something else. I had a sneaking suspicion what, but I wanted to make sure.

(AU - Btw, metamorphmagus is what Tonks, his mother was. It's where you can change your features and morph them into something else)

"Don't think me telling you my situation changes how mad I am, James," Lupin warned as they both walked up to me. Lupin slid past me and opened his office. In a daze, I followed him. He took a seat at his desk while James and I sat opposite him.

Ok, I just needed to play it cool and make them forget I hadn't listened in to their conversation.

"You're a metamorphmagus?" the words sorta slipped out my mouth. Me and my big mouth.

In response, Lupin looked at me as his usual sandy-blond/ brown hair turned bright blue. I stifled a giggle.

"I like that better than your normal hair," I said.

"Me too," Lupin said, a half grin on his face.

"Watch it, Teddy. You do have a girlfriend, remember? Victoire? Or Vic as you call her?" James teased.

"Ok! That's it! James, stop calling me Teddy! And I'm here to scold and lecture the two of you so stop taunting and complimenting me!" Lupin snapped, humour in his eyes. "But seriously. That was awful what you two did to each other back there. I never want to see or hear of you two being mean to each other again."

'Mean to each other'? What are we, three?

James snorted. "Good luck with that. I hate Maddie's guts. Of course, the feeling isn't mutual for she is insanely crushing on me. I mean, who could blame her?" James smirked as he leaned back in his chair and winked at me.

"Ugh. You wish. I do not, under any circumstances, like you! Not in any kind of way! I wouldn't like you if my life depended on it," I said in disgust. God, he's awful.

"Well, I wouldn't like you if you were the only girl left in the entire world," James retorted.

I snorted. "How original."

James raised one eyebrow. Dammit, how come only the most arrogant and selfish and most awful people can ever do that? It's not fair! "You said it first. Besides, I won't ever like you in any way. You're an arrogant, selfish and awful person." Funny, I used those exact words to describe him in my head.

"Oh, but of course Willow is so amazing. And Alexia. And that girl you were with yesterday, and the other you were with the day before," I trailed off, smirking. It's no secret that he's a player.

"Jealous, are we?" Oh no. He had gone way too far.

My eyes blazed and just as I opened my mouth to say something else, Lupin intercepted.

"So you guys are sure you don't like each other? Like, at all?" Lupin asked, obviously amused.

"We don't like each other!" we both said at exactly the same time in exactly the same way – pissed and confused.

"Well then," Lupin continued. "Even though I'm shocked and disappointed in the two of you for your display, I'm also impressed you two picked up the concept of the non-verbal spell so easily and quickly. So, why I am reprimanding you, I'm also commending you. As your punishment, you'll be writing a thousand word paper on what you did wrong and why you will never do it again," we both groaned, "Plus! Plus, an after school detention session with me, after school today. Meet me here at 4pm sharp and I will let you know what you'll be doing then. Are we clear?" Lupin's voice held no room for discussion or negotiation.

"Yes, Professor."

"Yeah yeah, Teddy."

Guess which person said which?

"Well then. Have a good lunch!" Lupin said brightly as he stood up and walked out. I turned around and glared at Potter.

"Why are you glaring at me? You're the one that threw the first spell," Potter said bitterly and smugly. I bristled, whipped my head around and stalked out the room.


It was last period, and we had charms with Professor Gerard. We had charms with the Ravenclaws today.

"Ok! So today, you'll be doing a quick, purely in class project about a certain charm. I'll give you a charm to research and you will make a poster showing the research you found. Mainly, you'll be researching the properties of the particular charm, who created it, why it was created, when it was created and how useful you think it is. You'll be working in groups of four – two Slytherin's and two Ravenclaw's per group. And no, you will not be choosing. I will!" Gerard said mock evilly. We all laughed. I loved this guy! He was funny and cool but still taught us something. Plus, he was in Slytherin which was even better!

As he read out the groups, I had my fingers crossed that I didn't get Enrico in my group. Ever since that first day when he dissed me, I've avoided him like the plague. He's a bit of a loner and no one but this guy who's nickname for some reason was Cheeseburger was his friend.

"Ok, group four. Uh, Macy and Quinn from Ravenclaw and Enrico and… sorry, I can't read my own writing! Ah… Maddie…? Wait no! Magnus from Slytherin."

I breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, I thought I was actually going to be in a group with Enrico! Unlucky Magnus.

Wait.

Who was Magnus?

"Group 5! Wendy and Henry from Ravenclaw and Roy and Maddie from Slytherin. Um, work at that table please."

I was pretty happy. I hadn't really talked much to Roy, but he seemed pretty cool. He was really good friends with Xavier, the really hot guy who is also Quidditch captain.

QUIDDITCH! I totally forgot! I've already signed up and tryouts are in two days! Oh man, this just brightened my day!

I grabbed my things and moved to the designated table. When Roy sat down I grabbed his arm and shook it.

"Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow! EEEEP!" I squealed. Roy chuckled and 'eeep'ed along with me. The two Ravenclaws looked at us funny. I coughed and shared 'the look' with Roy. He stifled back laughter.

"Anyways," the girl said, obviously a little annoyed. She had really nice eyes, big and luminous like the moon, but a melty, chocolate brown colour. Her hair was white blonde but super straight. She looked a lot like – exactly like – Ellie Lovegood, a member of the exclusive Potter Posse. Besides the fact that this girl had straight hair and the other didn't, they could be related. The boy had an Asian sort of look to him. His eyes were really alluring and his skin was like porcelain. He had a nice smile.

"I'm Henry," he said in a kind, soft voice. The other girl sighed and flipped her long hair which was in a perfect headband with a perfect black bow.

"Anyways," she repeated, "I'm Wendy Lovegood. And I can tell by the way you're looking at me that you must know of my twin, Ellie. She's much more free spirited, like mother. I'm more like father," Wendy said in a mean tone, a smug look on her face.

Lovegood. That name has been ringing a bell the entire time I've been here. I can't seem to get it.

"I can tell you know who I am. I mean, I'm famous! Luna Lovegood is my mother's name. My father is Frederick, the famous banker? You must know him and if not, research it, kay? He's very smart and sophisticated, quite like me even though he took mother's idiotic last name, Lovegood. Mother is more… eccentric. She fought in the great Battle of Hogwarts. You know, we have famous friends! We're family friends with the Potters and the Weasleys, kay?" Wendy said in a very fake posh English accent. Like, you're English. You don't need to put on a fake, posh English accent. Why does she say 'kay'? It doesn't even make sense when she says it. I already don't really like her. Roy and I shared a look.

Henry scowled. "Wendy, enough about your 'famous friends'. They all hate you, you know that?" Wendy acted as if she didn't even hear Henry.

"The charm we got is Bombarda Maxima. It's stronger than just the Bombarda charm, obviously, kay? It's used to explode large objects and or walls, kay? I'll dally out the research questions and what not, kay? I'll do the heavy lifting for it's obvious I am the most capable in this group. You, Slytherin boy," Wendy pointed to Roy who was looking amused and offended at the same time, "You can find me some books and you, exchange student who's dating James Potter… well, if you're dating him than obviously you aren't too smart," Wendy shrugged smugly.

I grinned. "Of course. I completely understand. I'll just do whatever, kay?" I did in my best impression of Wendy. Roy and Henry both snorted.

Wendy scowled. "Fine. You can answer the how, why, when and who questions, kay?"

Maybe Enrico would've been better after all.

LINE BREAK

After the torturous period with Wendy the Freak, I finally escaped to detention. Wow. Did I just say that?

I walked into the classroom to find Lupin and James waiting.

"Ok, great. Maddie's here! Now, you'll be cleaning the broom shed near the Quidditch courts. All the supplies are down there and what not. When I come back to the shed at 7pm, I expect it to be spotless. Also, I won't be there for supervision because I have a staff meeting. In fact, I must be off. Have fun!" Lupin smiled weirdly as he quickly left the classroom, looking at his watch.

That was odd. He's acting kinda strange. I turned to ask James if he knew what was going on, but I saw something else entirely.

Something that scared me.

James Potter was blushing and looking at the ground.

Do you want me to repeat that?

The James Potter who was a player, a ladies man, never embarrassed, an arrogant, popular superstar (by Hogwarts standards) was blushing.

I mean, talk about cray cray.

I just sorta stared at him for a while, marvelling in the rare occasion of which James Potter was embarrassed about something!

No idea what, but I'll find out, in a very non-suspicious and sneaky way.

"Are you blushing? Are you embarrassed?" the words just came out of my stupid, big mouth. Mentally hitting myself, I waited for his reply.

His head shot up and his eyes narrowed to slits.

"No."

"Oh."

About two minutes of awkward silence. The tension was so thick, it was like my mums homemade icing on her homemade birthday cakes.

"So… where's the broom shed?" I asked, trying to break the silence. James just looked at me, as if to say 'you're a complete dumbass for not knowing where the broom shed is. Why must I do all the work around here?'. He sighed and motioned for me to follow him.

After walking through the maze of corridors, laneways, gardens, rooms and secret tunnels known as Hogwarts, James finally made it to the shed.

It was… big. Very big. The size of three classrooms put together. It was outside, near the Quidditch courts and looked very old, kind of like a barn.

I stepped forward and heaved the massive, rusty door open. Inside was just rows upon rows upon shelves upon shelves of brooms, quaffles, bludgers, bats, whistles, old snitches and safety pads. All covered in dust.

James sighed. "Great. It hasn't been cleaned yet. Have you ever cleaned a giant broom shed?" James asked.

"Uh, no. But I have cleaned a lot of other… stuff…" I finished lamely. James smirked and walked around for a bit.

How were we supposed to clean this? And more importantly, why am I alone with James Potter? I don't like it. He makes me feel uncomfortable and I sure as hell don't like feeling uncomfortable. Awkwardly coughing, I picked up a discarded rag and started dusting the closest shelf.

James snorted. "Do you know what the broom shed symbolises? What it is to Hogwarts?"

I turned to look at his disbelieving expression. "Nope," I said, not getting what he was saying, even after he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Man, I hate him.

"This is hilarious. Just wait till word gets out that we were in the broom shed together," James muttered, obviously amused.

"Are you going to tell me what it means?"

"Nope," James said, grinning devilishly.

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, I attempted to break it.

"Mmm. This is a very nice… shed," I said, trying to start a conversation. When James didn't reply, I turned around to see what he was doing.

Great. He's not even helping! He's just riffling through some box.

"Can you please help? What are you even doing?" I asked, exasperated.

"Uh, looking for the Golden Snitch. Duh."

"Uh, why? And why would the Golden Snitch be in a dusty old box?"

James looked up, dust and spider webs covering his face. "Not the Golden Snitch we use in games. This shed is for practise and spare equipment only. All the real balls and bats and stuff are in Madame Hootch's office. I'm looking for the practise snitch," James said, clearly annoyed at my little knowledge of where the real 'balls and bats and stuff' are. Well, excuse me.

"The practise snitches are on display over there," I said, pointing to a shelf further along that had not-so Golden Snitches on it.

James sighed again. "I have a lucky one. I always practise with it before a tryout or a big game. I don't like other people using it, so I hide it in this box. And don't ask me another question. It's annoying. Like you! So just shut up and butt out of my business," James said, pissed. Well ok then, Mr Cranky Pants. I huffed and turned back to my shelf. I didn't really know wat to do.

So I just went back to dusting.

After James found his 'lucky snitch', he helped me dust too. Now, don't go thinking we had this amazing 'bonding time and moment' or that 'we had a companionable silence'. Oh no. It was awkward as it gets. We didn't say a single word. No complaining, no questions, no small talk, no nothing.

But I was perfectly ok with that. Because I hate James Potter and I certainly do NOT fancy him.

After about two hours of dusting, cleaning, sweeping, wiping and polishing, we were done.

So we stood in the middle of the room and stared at each other, not knowing what to do. I mean, we still had about an hour until Lupin dismissed us.

It was by far the worst detention ever. And the weirdest. I was still so annoyed that I had another hour with James Potter but we had nothing to do.

But, oh wait.

We're in a broom shed.

"Ok, well I need some Quidditch practise. I mean, tryouts are in two days and I haven't practised since I arrived here," I said, kind of asking him to join me. I mean, hey! I'm a beater – I need target practise. And I know, I know – he's a Gryffindor. Slytherin's worst enemy. But… what's the harm of practising together?

James looked at me like I was an idiot. "And…?"

I sighed. He was being difficult. "I need target practise. Wanna practise with me?"

James grinned. "Practise what exactly? I mean, I knew you fancied me but I didn't think you'd admit it so soon. Well, I'm open to ideas if you-"

"No!" My god! He's an idiot. "I'm a beater! I need target practise! I'm guessing you're a Seeker?"

"Yeah. Like my dad and granddad. It's kinda expected for me to get it every year. I mean, sometimes this really annoying guy goes for it, Robbie Krum. His dad is Viktor Krum – the famous Seeker who played for the Bulgarians. There's like this unspoken, friendly rivalry between us because his dad was in the Tri Wizard Tournament with dad and he also dated Aunty Hermione before Uncle Ron and he's-"

I rolled my eyes. Was he really that much of an idiot? "No offence, but we don't have that long. Talk while we walk?" I suggested. James nodded and before you know it, we're off.

Who knew I'd be getting kind-of along with James Potter?


"Ok… so you hate Bertie Bots – what about liquorice wands?" I asked playfully. James and I had been practising for a while and I gotta admit, he's good – really good. But hey, I've hit him plenty of times. It felt so good to be up in the air again. I still love the feeling of being in the air, in control and just truly and utterly free.

"Nah, I hate liquorice. It's like eating solid tar," James shouted as he dipped into another dive. We've been practising diving, dodging and what-not.

I was just casually flying around, getting a feel of the court. "You know, one time," I shouted loudly so he could hear me, even though he was flying extremely fats, "I fell into a pool of tar. It was awful. I don't really know how it happened but I smelt like fumes and tyres for a year!"

I saw rather than heard James laugh. His shoulders shook and this really cute grin was on his face. He was flying vertical at a high speed, straight towards the ground. At the last second, he swooped up and dodged the ground by a hair. I couldn't help myself – I clapped.

"Thank you! Thank you," he said, bowing. "You know," James started as he flew towards me, "I would've loved to see you covered in tar. I mean, I think you would've made a very ugly and funny tar-popsicle," James smirked. I threw the bludger I held at him, but I was giggling.

"Stop it! You're so mean, Potter," I said, smiling. It'd been kinda fun, just flying and practising with James. "And, by the way, I was a smoking hot tar-popsicle. Wait, why'd you call me a tar-popsicle? I wasn't cold," I asked, tilting my head. He just shrugged.

"Meh. I do what I like," James grinned evilly. "Ok, now it's time to see your speed skills. Let's have a race!" James clapped his hands together. "Ok, first person to lap the whole Quidditch court and to fly threw the tallest hoop," he pointed to one of the tall hoops, "Is the winner."

"Hey! No fair! I only have a Firebolt! Those brooms suck. You have a Rocket 360! They're way cooler than Firebolt's," I whined. I mock pouted and James snorted.

"My dad still uses his Firebolt. It's more for sentimental reasons, but it's still pretty wicked," James said.

"I want to get another broom," I mock whined.

"Oh, you would," James scoffed. We laughed, and before he had anything to say, I sped off.

"The race has started, tosser. Wanna join me?" I shouted while I was starting the race.

"Why you little-" James's words were cut off in the wind. I edged my broom to go faster and faster, and leaned right forward.

We raced the course, sometimes me in front, sometimes James. By the time we had to fly through the hoops, James shot forward and beat me to it.

"Hey! That's unfair! You cheated!" I said to a laughing James after we were hovering next to each other.

"How?" he held his arms out wide, grinning. "Besides, you had the head start!" James teased.

"Fine then. Rematch because I had a head start and you cheated," I said, pointing at him, mock scowling.

"How did I cheat?" James joked, looking confused.

I started laughing. "Oh shut up. It doesn't matter! Just… on three!"

And we raced around the court until it was curfew, laughing and joking, completely missing Lupin when he came at 7pm to collect us.

We also missed him watching us for a while, smiling to himself.


"Why were you practising Quidditch with James Potter?" Rachel asked the minute I walked into the common room. Startled, I just looked at her. Hope, Maria, Eva, Emma and Jo all crowded around me in the doorway.

"Now he knows if you're a good beater or not! And your strategies!" Hope chimed in.

"It was just for fun guys," I reassured them. "Besides, we had time to kill after we finished cleaning the broom shed." Gasps followed that comment. Now I was really confused. "What?"

"The… the broom shed?" Maria gasp-whispered.

I nodded.

Hope burst into tears.

"Oh for the love of…" Jo muttered as she rubbed Hope's back.

"What's so bad about the broom shed?"

"It's the most iconic and famous make-out spot in all of Hogwarts! That's where couples go to go at it!" Emma blurted out. Oh. My. God.

James totally knew! And he didn't tell me! I was so mortified. I mean, if word got out that I was in a make-out spot with James Potter… I mean, Wendy the Freak already thought we were dating for some reason but now? The whole school will think that!

"Oh," I said, blushing furiously.

Jo snorted as Rachel sneered in disgust.

"He's James Potter. He's an arrogant, selfish, devil-may-care player who's in Gryffindor! We get it – you weren't sorted into Slytherin so you don't get how deep the hatred for Gryffindor goes. But we were sorted into this house. And you're stuck with us! So you better start acting like a Slytherin, and quick smart!" Rachel yelled, shocking everyone.

This girl had anger issues.

"Ummm… can I just say that-" Eva began in a calming voice.

"No! You may not!" Rachel sneered at Eva. Everyone gaped at her. We had this… unspoken pact kind of thing. You never tell Eva to be quiet because everyone wanted to hear what she had to say.

Awkward silence.

Jo coughed.

"Shut up Jo!" Rachel shrieked.

Jo covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Maria placed both of her hands on Rachel's shoulders.

"Are you ok?" Maria said, articulately. Rachel shoved her off and stormed away.

Hope was still blubbering and crying like an idiot.

"Look, nothing happened. We were just racing and practising! I mean, tryouts are in two days. I wanted to be prepared," I said, trying to defend myself. "Should I go apologise to Rach or…?"

"Nah," Jo drawled. Nothing really fazed Jo.

"She'll cool off. She's been so on edge lately. I mean, Colleen, her best friend in the whole entire world – sorry Jo and Eva – is gone. And Colleen hasn't even sent one letter! Or tried to contact any of us…" Emma trailed off, her forehead scrunching up. I didn't even notice how big her forehead was anymore. All I saw was my pretty, funny and smart friend.

I sympathised all of my newest girl friends.

"Hey! Think of the bright side! When Colleen comes back you'll be able to…" I said, in a bright and happy voice until I realised there wasn't really a bright side.

"Yeah. Exactly," Hope cried.

I mean, Sadie, Able and Max wrote all the time. They told me how Colleen was a bit of neat freak and how, yeah, she was nice and funny but really into Ancient Runes. Like, obsessed. And they told me how my little sister, Lucy, was making clothes for everyone and was becoming a bit of a school superstar. I mean, my mum, dad, older brothers Adrian and Jeremy, Lucy and my little brother Ollie also wrote but it was nice hearing different sides of each story from my different friends and family members.

"Do your friends and family write?" Maria asked, breaking the heavy silence.

"Me?" I asked, surprised. We haven't really talked much about me and where I came from and yadda yadda. Maria nodded, knocking her glasses askew.

I smiled. "Get Scorp, Al, Xavier, Dimitri, Sean, Peter, Oscar, Lesley and Frank. Oh, an tell Roy to fetch Rach," I asked.

(AU - For those of you who have forgotten some of the character intros, here's the paragraph that introduced Maddie's friendship group: Emma – the girl with the big forehead, Peter – the boy with the big ears, Xavier – the really hot boy, Hope – the girl with the really long white hair, Sean – the boy with the cool hair, Maria – the girl with the huge glasses, Oscar – the big and buff boy, Dimitri – the scrawny boy carrying loads of books and the twins, Lesley and Frank. Roy is Colleen's ex-boyfriend and Rachel is crushing on him.)

Soon, our whole friendship group (minus Rach and Roy) was sitting around the common rooms' fire, stuffed into chairs and eating smuggled-in marshmallows that Sean had.

I told them about my family, friends, school, Australia and everything. Soon, we were all telling stories and sharing snippets of our lives with each other. We were up way past curfew, but we didn't care.

I Found Out That…

Hope has a really cool older sister, Maria's mother died of a brain tumour when Maria was young, Peter loves his dad more than anything, Sean is a Hogwart's smuggler and can get you anything you want (and no, he doesn't smuggle drugs… but alcohol…), Lesley feels she fits in better with the boys rather than the girls (no thanks to Colleen who told her she couldn't hang with them anymore in Fourth Year), Frank loves pizza, Xavier is basically the typical Golden Boy who talks non-stop and is the sweetest – and hottest – guy in Slytherin, Oscar hates horses, Emma is insecure of her nose (even though it's fine), Jo wants to own a shop when she's older (what type, she doesn't know and doesn't care), Dimitri hates it when people chew loudly, Eva once got shoved down a well, Al lives for Bertie Bots Every Flavour and Scorp hates scorpions.

We were all laughing when Oscar looked around and frowned.

"Where's Rach?"

Xavier laughed. "Just admit you've been crushing on her since forever!" Sean and Peter hooted while Scorp and all the other boys laughed. Oscar flushed.

"This is the first I've heard of Oscar, our gentle giant, crushing on Rachel, our lioness with sharp claws!" Jo exclaimed, obviously happy. We all laughed as Oscar and Xavier bickered about Rach until she walked past us, linked arms with Roy.

Everyone stopped.

I smiled and opened my arms.

"Took ya long enough!" I drawled in my Bogan accent. "Join us!"

Rach shrugged and sat down in between Oscar and Eva. Oscar blushed as everyone howled with laughter. Rach grinned and smiled flirtatiously at Roy and yanked him between her and Oscar.

Xavier 'oohhh'ed whilst Scorp, Sean and Peter all yelled:

"BURN!"

Oscar flushed angrily as Rach and Roy looked around in confusion.

We spent the rest of the night playing my game suggestion, 'Truth or Truth' (Truth or Dare without the dare part).

Yeah, I missed my family and closest friends.

But these new friends were now my second family.

Hey guys! Thanks again for reading! Quidditch tryouts and the teams will be revealed next chapter… and maybe the Pure's stage another attack…?

Kat xx