Ok so I have absolutely no excuse for why I've been gone so long. To make it up to you guys, I'm going to try to put all of the rest of the chapters up by the end of the week. I haven't completely edited so please forgive any spelling or grammar errors. I'm also really excited to announce that I'm going to be writing an Avengers story. I'll have the first chapter up soon. Its gonna be a high school AU. I really hope yall like it. With that being said, I hope you like the rest of this book.

It's the first Quidditch game of the season and I'm absolutely fuming. No one or thing can possibly bring up my mood.

Flashback

So after James Potter The Idiot yelled across the Common Room that I needed Potions help, Albus came over. James, with a sly grin said, "So I think I'm gonna let you guys get to it. See ya!" And with that, he was gone.

"Ok, so what exactly are you having trouble with in Potions? Is it remembering the ingredients in the Potions or getting the Potions right?" Albus asked. "It's a little bit of both," I admitted "I can't get the Potions right, or remember the ingredients and why they would be used in the Potions." Albus slowly began explaining each ingredient and why it would be useful in the Potion we were currently brewing, The Draught of Peace.

Step by step, I made my way through my homework and finished the essay I had to finish. When we were finished, it was late. The Common Room was empty and the fire was barely breathing. "Thank you," I told Albus "Do you think you can help me with my Potions homework more often?" "Yeah, no problem." Albus laughed. I'd never heard him laugh before. He had the type of laugh that was contagious, it made everyone else want to laugh. And then he smiled at me.

I think I melted. His smile sent tingles down my spine and goosebumps but made me feel warm inside. Like a unicorn. I have no other way of explaining it. Suddenly, propelled by an emotion I had no control, I walked into his arms and hugged. I think he was a little shocked, hell even I was, but Albus came around and wrapped his arms around me.

That's when it hit me. I liked Albus Potter. And he was the only person who I couldn't like."

End of Flashback

Back to now, Albus still helps me with my Potions homework every day and I still like him. And absolutely no one knows.

I'm thinking of the letter my father sent me earlier this morning. He invited me and my brothers to come stay with him for winter holidays and apologized for forgetting my birthday. He said and I quote "Sometimes adults forget stuff and children have to grow up and quit whining over the smallest little things. Mathilda, I expected more from you than to whine and complain. You're 15 not 5."

Just thinking about that letter is making my blood boil. Who gives him the right to say that, especially when he never ever remembers my birthday. This has been what's going on since my mom left my dad. She always thought he was cheating and she finally got proof when Hayden and I were barely walking. Dad had always been my favorite and back then, we'd spend half the year with him. Now I can barely stand to see his face. It's all his new wife, Alisa.

I'm cut back to reality as a hand slaps me. "Ow!: I shriek "What the hell!" Gianna, looking pleased, smirks back "Well what was I supposed to do? You were in like a different world." It hit me. Quidditch game. Cheerleaders. Pre-game.

I snap back into the game and lead everyone in stretches. Isabelle and Fiona both complain and whine, leading some of the other girls to argue. "Enough." I'm taking no bull today "If you don't quit whining and start stretching I will kick you off the team. Just because I try to work with everyone doesn't mean that all of you can whine and not stretch. If you don't stretch, most likely you'll pull a muscle. I'm going to go touch up my makeup and when I get back everyone here better be stretched out or else we'll all be doing sprints and suicides next practice." With that I stalk off out of the stadium and lean against it, waiting.

My brothers and I have had a game day tradition since they made the team and I started cheering. They meet me outside the stadium and pump each other up. And switch necklaces. I've given them these dog tags with our three names on them when I was little and they've worn them ever since. But they can't wear those during games so they give theirs to me. And I switch their necklaces with these handmade friendship bracelets that go around their wrists.

This time, the bracelets are chunky and all shades of blue. It reminds me of the beach, where all is good and nothing goes wrong.

I'm only waiting for a minute before my brothers arrive, broomsticks in tow. A grin automatically enters my face. No matter my anger, they always somehow manage to bring a smile to my face. I hand them their bracelets and they toss me their dog tags and I slip them on.

I hug them tightly before running back to the stadium, where all hell awaits me.

Teaser: The Quidditch game and an injury

Next Update: Tomorrow