Does anyone even read these? Whatever. Author's Notes still make the world go 'round. XD

It's really weird how my even chapters seem to get one review and my odd chapters get a lot... Come on, people! I'm a lonelyyy author here. Tell you what. I'll instigate an official review-for-a-review policy. From now on. Send me a review - I send you one. Send me one for two different chapters - I send you two. Fair enough? And you can PM me with ideas, suggestions, or...just to say hi. I repeat, lonely authors need friends. (Gosh, I sound really desperate. But seriously...please?)

VERY IMPORTANT: Nah, not really. But still. As a favor, in your review (if you want to send one...) could you please tell me:

1. Which chapter you found the most humorous.

2. Which chapter you liked the most.

3. Which character's point of view you enjoyed the most.

I'm just not sure where to take this thing - should I add a bit more romance, should I keep it lighthearted, make it funnier, make some darker? I just don't know. So I really do need your input here.

Oh, and I revamped my profile page...take a look? It took a while, and it'll all be for nothing if nobody reads it.

Well, on with the story. Lily Luna Potter has Quidditch issues. A little more anecdotal than intended. Lily just has a habit of telling her parents everything. And I mean everything. If you hate parentheses, I apologize in advance.

There will be a little bit of Rose/Scorpius though...thinly veiled. Ooh, and a bit of pre-Lily/Lysander...a tad past brother/sisterly. And yeah. Read, enjoy, live your life. (And review. Reviews make the world go 'round too.)

Dear Dad,

Please don't tell Mum - she'd be awfully disappointed - but I had my first Quidditch practice a day ago, and it was utter rubbish. I don't think I can fly anymore. I honestly would quit if I didn't feel a certain responsibility to take James' spot as Chaser after he graduated last year. But based on yesterday, the team would probably be better off if I left. And maybe I would be better off too. It's O.W.L. year, the teachers are going absolutely mental, and you wouldn't believe how stressed I am over everything. It's terrible, Dad, absolutely terrible, and I don't quite know what to do, and Hugo's laughing at me right now (he thinks I'm frantically scribbling at the Potions essay due in an hour), and-

You know what? I'm going to start over. Wailing never solves anything, right? (Perhaps Lysander's right after all - logic, reason, sense. Apparently I'm a true Gryffindor, too prone to hot-headed...flights of fancy, if you will. But he is a Ravenclaw, after all. A naive and immature third-year dreamer, yet nonetheless a Ravenclaw. Doesn't he realize that his beloved logic is futile in the face of Quidditch and upcoming exams? And since when has he been logical in the first place? Honestly. Don't get me wrong, Lysander's a little darling of a boy, but he shouldn't attempt to lecture me when I'm half in tears. Well, he really shouldn't be lecturing me at all - I'm older and...and wiser. Hell, I'm supposed to be his confidante, not the other way around, right?) But I digress. Logic, reason, sense. I'll just sort everything out for you. All my problems, in order.

Well, first of all, flying seemed so much easier before last night. Now, its just awkward...miserable, in fact. My broom's always been rather reliable, but now, it takes so much effort to control. Nerves, probably. I've never flown so slowly in my life. I'm afraid I'm even worse than Rose, now.

(Actually, no. Nobody can be worse than Rose at flying. She's so abysmal, she could only use her store of substantial Quidditch knowledge to become official match commentator. An obvious genius at everything else, just broomsticks don't seem to like her. But you know all that; you saw her burst into tears at my eighth birthday party - was it really that long ago? - when we played Quidditch in the yard and she spontaneously started spinning in circles for no apparent reason. Oh, but nobody would've told you about Easter last year, when she stole Al's broom and the invisibility cloak from his dormitory at midnight. Don't tell anyone else though...I think she only confessed to me. She managed to get off the ground all right, but the broom turned upside down fifty feet in the air, and she was stuck. But because she blushed and changed the subject when I asked how she managed to get down before morning, I'm thoroughly convinced that Scorpius Malfoy was the one who found her. He's not that bad, really. Not ideal though, in my opinion, but not as much of a brat as when I first joined Hogwarts. And Ly says that he's suddenly started to help the first-years who don't know the password to their Common Room. Rose's excellent influence, I presume. He wouldn't do it on his own.)

You know, at least I can fly - maybe it isn't so bad after all. I I just need to be...a little braver. No, a lot braver. But you and Mum are war heroes. Courage isn't hereditary, but I must have something in me, right?

And next, I'm not sure how I can possibly show my face again at practice. Yesterday, I threw the Quaffle into the wrong side's hoop (and missed), and I almost broke a Beater's nose when I tried to pass it. Not to mention that some of my tosses were so horribly short that the ball practically fell all the way to the ground. And it actually did hit the ground thrice. Nobody actually said anything, but you know how it is, don't you? It's so easy to feel the disappointment radiating off of everyone. The team was expecting so much more of me because of my family - you and Mum were unattainable geniuses, James was such a wonderfully reckless Chaser in my place, and Albus is an absolutely brilliant seeker.

But yet, I suppose quitting would show me in ten times worse of a light than I am currently. There really is only one thing I can do, which is to hold my head high and carry on. Difficult, yes, but essential. And it's not just my teammates that'll make this so hard. Hugo will keep the conversation on absolutely anything but the upcoming matches, Rose and Albus will keep unnaturally close by me when I'm alone in the library, Malfoy will keep half-smiling sympathetically (for Rose's sake, I think, because after all he's the Ravenclaw seeker and wants his team to win the Cup terribly) when he passes me in the halls, and Lysander will keep trying to help with his "mature" and philosophical comments. And everyone else'll be just as bad...actually, it's not truly bad at all. I love them for it; I really do. And maybe - just maybe - they'll make the inevitable next practice better, instead of worse. (Except for Malfoy. I'm getting the impression that every time he looks at me, he's willing me to break my leg or something.)

What was next...oh, yeah. O.W.L.s and the excess homework and...damn. Actually, now, it doesn't seem to matter anymore. None of this does...at all.

Erm...I'm rather sorry, Dad. I've just wasted your time, I know...because this letter is useless now. Problems? I don't think I had any to begin with. But I am sending this to you, regardless. Why? I simply think you'll find my complete idiocy amusing. But please tell Mum none of this. It's not that I think she'll be disappointed - because I'm not ditching the team, after all - but I just want her to remain under the misconception that I'm somewhat...grown-up. If she asks about the letter, just tell her that I was feeling a tad homesick and I love you two. (Which is true, of course.)

Sincerely,
Lily

P.S. - Incidentally, Hugo told me to tell you in my next letter that he thanks you and Mum for his half-birthday present. However, he most definitely did not want me to say that he ate all of the Chocolate Frogs in one night, and couldn't sleep at all because of a horrid stomachache. I'm just including it because I thought Mum would find it quite hilarious.