A/N – Yey! Reviews! Dedicated to Stormi Ski – you rock! By the way, for those interested, there is a profile of Sophie and Bethany on my profile with some info about them not mentioned here.

As you can imagine, school life was more than a little hectic.

Three guesses why.

The name "Potter" had been shouted more in the last twenty-four hours than the last three years of James' history. Of course, he was loving it; every time a teacher yelled at him he would just look extremely relaxed and instruct them to "chill," often infuriating them even more. In fact, the only teacher which didn't seem to be suffering from mild heart attacks at the mention of his name was Professor Dumbledore, who was, as ever, taking it all in his stride.

The eagerly-anticipated Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin was held today. James had ordered everyone out onto the field. The Quiddich robes had changed somewhat.

"WHAT, do you call THIS?" asked Sophie Bell, brandishing her pleasantly patterned robes. James gave her a small smile.

"Do I, like, have to spell it out for you?" he asked. Sophie glared, and looked around at her fellow teammates. Like her, they had also stared in complete bafflement at the altered robes, but were now pulling them on. Sophie looked around, downcast, at the team. Sirius was already dressed and doing starjumps in a corner.

The three other people in her year were going along with James quite happily, and those in the younger years had been almost beaten into submission. The older years seemed to have lost all sense. Sighing, she popped a fizzing whizzbee in her mouth and pulled off her robes.

Outside, a few students had taken their seats to watch the practice before the match, despite the fact there was still a good 2 hours before it would begin.

Some would call their practice an introductory act.

In prep talk, all of them seemed to swallow the new flight formations easily, but Sophie was still frustrated. After James' explanation of the flying peace sign she stormed out in pursuit of her friend, Bethany, only to find her completely unhelpful due to the fact she had turned emo in support of Remus. She eventually tracked down Lily in the Common Room.

After a girly heart-to-heart, she agreed that beating Slytherin was worth any of James' stupid tactics, and she was soon kicking off. Circling the stadium, she zoomed around for a bit chasing imaginary Snitches and then reluctantly descended to the ring of people surrounding James in the centre.

"Now, people, there is half an hour till the game starts. I want us all to be at peace and apologise to the Earth that we are waging war on its soil," James announced. Sophie looked around, to see most of the Quidditch team were nodding in agreement, apart from Sirius who was performing loops above them. Am I the only one in this school who thinks that this is completely insane?

"Now, people, join with me…" and the team sang Kum By Ya, with the exception of Sophie and Sirius. Madam Hooch strode onto the pitch, followed by Slytherin. Sophie got that little twitter of butterflies she always experienced just before a game as she looked around and saw just how many people were watching her.

Not that she knew it, but in amongst that crowd was one Ragmar Dorkins, a foreign exchange student spending a day in Hogwarts. Ragmar Dorkins would later become the manager of the Chudley Cannons Quidditch team, and let's just say this is where the orange robes came from.

The sun was shining down brightly on the pitch, and onto the dazzling robes of the Quidditch team. Sophie had to squint to see past her teammates, and was aware of the Slytherins doing the same. Remus' voice came booming over the stadium.

"Welcome to the distraction from the perils of our lives that is Quidditch. Today Slytherin will play Gryffindor. We shall watch helplessly as one of the teams is cruelly shamed and forced into suicidal tendencies through the weight of the shame forced onto them."

The crowds stopped cheering for a moment and looked at each other. They shrugged, and continued to chant. Slytherin booed loudly.

Madam Hooch surveyed the team warily. There was no rule that the teams couldn't change their robes for games, but…

"No cheating today, I'm warning you." She glanced round. The Slytherins looked completely baffled at the sudden change of robes. James smiled at her.

"Why would we cheat? It's bad for the soul, you know," he murmured. Madam Hooch clenched her teeth.

"On my whistle…" she announced, and with a final glance at the teams kicked open the box and blew her whistle.

The two teams hurtled off, Gryffindor in possession. Sophie soared up, keeping a close eye on Malfoy, the other team's seeker. The Snitch was nowhere to be seen.

"That was harsh… I expect Slytherin are feeling forlorn after that intercept… poor Digby… that must have bruised more than his ego…" Remus' voice mumbled over the stadium. Professor McGonagall was growing steadily paler, and her lips slowly thinner. They were almost non-existent when Gryffindor scored.

"Another blow to Slytherin… I expect the keeper wants to go and slit her wrists in the changing rooms…"

Lucretia frowned, and looked up.

No I don't!

Sophie rolled her eyes, lazily patrolling the pitch. She laughed as Malfoy dived towards a golden glint that was just a stray toffee wrapper. Below her, Gryffindor celebrated yet another goal by forming a giant peace sign above the stadium. Sophie refused to join in.

As the harsh cry of time out echoed over the stadium, Sophie glanced regretfully at the azure sky and circled down. James was already in meditation with the rest of the team (apart from Sirius, who found it too difficult to sit still for that long) when she landed, and so she stalked off to the side of the pitch.

She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning, she saw it was Sirius. He winked at her, and skipped off towards the circle of bright robes in the distance. Shaking her head, she moved into the changing rooms. Lily was waiting for her.

"I give up, I really do," she announced as soon as Sophie came in. Lily was glaring at a patch of mud. Sophie looked at it, and back to Lily.

"Why?" she asked, not really wanting to know.

"Were you completely blind the last half an hour? Potter has invented a tactic which just happens to spell out LILY in giant letters all over the sky!" she snapped. Sophie sat down beside her.

"I don't know how we managed to be 40:10 up during that. Half of the match was just James and peace signs!" Sophie sighed unhappily.

"Soooooooooophie?" Sirius stuck his head through the curtains.

"There you are! C'mon, James wants to talk tactics," he giggled at the thought, and skipped back out. Giving Lily an apologetic look, she stood and followed him out.

"You missed out on our meditation. That's bad for the soul, you know?" James murmured as soon as she made her way across. Sophie gave him a withering glance and kicked off.

The match resumed.

Becoming more serious, Sophie circled the stadium. Malfoy was doing the same, about 300 feet below her. The commentary began again, but the monotonic tones of Remus were replaced with the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall.

Suddenly, Sophie spotted the Snitch. Checking Malfoy's position – dammit, he's trailing me – she kept her eyes glued on it as she sidled towards it – and then plunged down.

The Snitch happened to be right behind James' head as he stopped for meditation. His eyes steadily widening, his jaw dropped as the two of them hurtled towards him.

"Get out the way!" Sophie screamed at him, and at the last possible instant he rolled over off his broom and hung, sloth-like, on the other side. Sophie felt cold metal under her fingers and sighed with relief.

She landed, and was engulfed by excited teammates. She smiled, and took it all in her stride. Sirius was jumping almost as high as the Commentary Box. From the other side of the stadium, Slytherin glared at them. Smiling sweetly, she made her way back into the changing rooms.

There was much meditation in the Common Room that night as James, as usual, took all of the credit for her spectacular catch. Bethany was skulking in the library with Remus and his little group of emo friends, and so she slumped down next to Sirius. He offered her a box of sugar quills and pecked her on the cheek. Blushing, she accepted. After all, she thought, surely one box couldn't do her any harm…

How wrong she was.

That night, James was out with the spray paints again.

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Almost fearfully, Professor McGonagall turned the corridor again. Sighing with relief as she pushed open the door to the now sparkling classroom, she sat down at her desk. A rather flustered house-elf approached from the shadows.

"Er, miss… I think you ought to see this…" he gabbled.

It was no longer just a classroom, but a whole corridor.

"POTTER!"

Asleep in the dormitory, James turned over with a small smile, and dozed until Sirius threw a pillow at him.