A/n: Here we get Rose, Mariah and Nell. Read away!

Rose

We show Amelie the cloak and she's ecstatic, she says that it'll come in handy when we sneak around and spy on the competition. I hide it at the bottom of my trunk and play dumb when my relatives come to question me about it.

'Rose!' Albus and James call out to me as I'm changing classes. 'Fred tells us there was an interaction between he and you where you came into possession of an invisibility cloak.'

'Oh?' I feint innocence and continue riffling through my bag for my Arithmacy book. 'An invisibility cloak? Your father's invisibility cloak, perhaps? The one that you're not supposed to have at school? No, I have not.'

'If, hypothetically, I had given Fred our father's invisibility cloak and sent him off to spy on... people and he returned without it, then why would he tell us such a story?' James says, catching my hand and demanding that I look in his eyes.

'Perhaps he has lost it, and he is too ashamed to tell you that he lost your father's cloak.' I reply, turning to climb the stairs. 'Then again, perhaps he simply doesn't want to return it.'

James's eyes narrow and he turns to his brother.

'That little liar!' He hisses and Albus nods in agreement. Without another word they spin and stride down the hall, cloaks billowing in a menacing manner. I'm left standing alone on the first stair, worrying about the future health of my cousin Fred. I push past the guilt though – I promise that I'll sneak it back. Soon. Ish.

But first, Amelie decides to send me out on a spying mission of my own. Actually, she sends Ida, but it's technically my cloak so I join her.

'It's Friday night,' Ida whispers as we shuffle across the school lawn to the quidditch pitch. 'What kind of an idiot plans their practices for Friday night?'

'A Malfoy.' I reply, pulling on the cloak so that it covers our feet. Two teenage girls don't fit very well under the invisibility cloak – it's designed for one – and we're hunching in order to not be seen.

'Stop tugging on it, now the backs of our calves are showing! I have no idea how your cousin and both of the Scamander boys fit under here.' Ida complains as we slowly climb the stairs to the top of the teachers stands. Their stands are the tallest viewing point on the pitch, which, according to Amelie, means that they're the best spying seats. From up here, we can see everything.

Scorpius, the quidditch captain is flying around, directing his team. Albus is floating in front of the goal posts, deflecting the shots that the Slytherin chasers are taking.

Potter – talented keeper, hard on his right, soft on left. I pull a piece of parchment out of my jeans pocket and write what Ida is describing to me. Nott – Hard beater, left handed. Zabini – Fast chaser, always throws to the right. Ton – In need of a haircut.

'Ida!' I hiss with a little laugh.

'What?' She replies. 'I'm serious. You can see how it's affecting his aim – those slimy locks of his are getting in his eyes.'

The notes continue as such throughout the next hour and a half, until we decide that we've been out for long enough and the boys seem to be wrapping things up. Ida, being the brilliant witch that she is, stands in order to stretch, taking the invisibility cloak with her. My squeak of surprise invites the attention of a passing beater.

'Weasley?' Nott grunts as he stops to look at me. His eyes widen in realisation and he turns to yell: 'Oi, we've got a sneak!'

An invisible hand takes mine and pulls me down the stairs. I have to jump down the steps three at a time in order to keep up with Ida, but when we reach the bottom we're cornered by the Slytherin quidditch team.

Well, I am. They can't see Ida.

'What are you doing here, Rosie?' Albus pushes through the wall of sweaty boys to talk to me.

'I–I needed to talk to you.' I manage, mind racing to find an excuse.

'At nine in the evening? Couldn't this have waited until tomorrow morning?' He asks with a sigh.

'What? Potter, your cousin wasn't here to talk to you,' Nott growls, stepping towards me. He smirks when he sees my eyes widen and I shrink away. 'She was spying on our practice.' Albus reaches out to stop him but the brute of a boy continues to stalk forwards, backing me up against the wall. 'Weren't you?'

'Nott, boys, let's go get changed.' Scorpius says, nodding towards the change rooms. 'This is for Albus to deal with.'

Nott stands still for a moment but then follows his captain and team towards the Slytherin rooms.

'What is it Rose?' Albus asks, but his eyes are on Nott's back. 'Is everything alright?'

'Yeah. I just wanted to tell you that...' I wave my wand behind my back, silently accio-ing the invisibility cloak to me. Ida, who had scampered off after I was caught, has just become visible somewhere. And I wouldn't regret it if she gets caught by a professor – she left me to deal with seven slimy Slytherin boys. 'I found the invisibility cloak. Fred didn't think to accio it after he lost it. I think that it was somewhere out on the pitch.'

'Thanks Rose,' Albus says, reaching out for the cloak. 'But I think that I'm going let Fred stew for a little longer before telling him. He deserves it for loosing dad's cloak.' He wraps his arm around my shoulders and gives me a half hug. 'Thanks though, you're a lovely cousin.'

'You're a strangely touchy boy.' I tell him, swatting him away when he tries to kiss my forehead. 'You really need a girlfriend.'

'Ah, get out of here Rose.' He says, shoving me towards the entrance. 'I'll see you tomorrow morning during your practice.' He raises the invisibility cloak in a salute goodbye and I laugh as I leave.

I love Albus.

But was he just hinting that he was going to spy on our practice?

Mariah

'Hello there Mariah.' Rhet calls out to me as I'm changing classes. For a boy who hasn't spoken to me for the duration of my school years, he has become a constant in my life. 'Fine morning isn't it?'

'Hello Rhet.' I reply, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

'The sun is shining, the birds are singing – I can only hope that it stays that way.' He tries to sling his arm around my shoulders but I bend over to re-buckle my boot. His arm hangs in the air awkwardly for a moment, then he lets it fall. 'For the game this weekend.'

I bite my lip. 'Right.'

'What? You sound worried.' He says, holding up a tapestry for me. 'Are you Claws not ready?'

'Oh, we're ready alright. We're going to kick your Hufflepuff butts.'

'You wish. McLaggen has us running laps and doing crazy workouts – we're the fittest quidditch team on the pitch.' He brags as we enter a crowded corridor.

'Fitness isn't the half of it,' I tell him, thinking about my own scrawny muscles. 'You need to have talent to be a good quidditch player. How else can you manage the tricks those professionals do?'

'Talent, pff. With fitness you can fake talent. Besides, the fitness really brings in the ladies.' At this moment, I'm bumped from behind and fall into Rhet's chest. He smirks down at me. 'I knew that you couldn't resist me Mariah.'

'Oh, shove off.' I tell him, pushing away from him and into the History of Magic class. He follows me and takes my hand, pulling me into the last row of desks. My friend, Mallory, turns and raises her eyebrow at me. I shake my head in reply and turn to Rhet. 'I'm not sitting here'

'Well, I'm sitting here, and I want to sit with you.'

'There are conditions to sitting with me. For one, we have to be in the front of the room. Secondly, you can't talk to me. And last, you have to take notes.' I say, listing them on my fingers.

He scowls. 'You're no fun.' Then he sighs. 'Fine. Second row?'

I nod and we move towards the front of the room, to the row before Mallory. Again, she raises her eyebrow.

'Why hello there Davies.' She says, leaning forwards over her desk. 'I simply must ask, what are your intentions with my dear Mariah?'

He laughs, slinging his arm around the back of my chair and turning to talk to her. 'Intentions? Why is everyone so suspicious about my intentions with Mariah? Can we not just be friends?'

'No. You're Rhet Davies. Resident Hogwarts player.' Mallory narrows her eyes and tilts her head towards me. 'Don't play around with Mariah, or we Claws will kick your arse.'

'I'm not playing around.' He retorts coldly and turns around to face Professor Binns. He doesn't remove his arm from my chair though.

Nell

I am not a bad friend. I'm – relatively – nice, I like – most – people, I can bake – as well as expected, and I always give out Christmas gifts. I will also do anything for the people I love.

Except flirt with bloody McLaggen.

Amelie is crazy if she thinks that I'm going to 'woo' him by any means.

You see, Klause McLaggen and I have a history, and it's not pretty. We've known each other since we were kids, not in the best-mates-since-birth kind of way, rather in the if-you-hit-me-with-that-dungbomb-I'll-have-no-prob lem-hexing-your-balls-off way. Our mothers were friends through school and, after they grew up, they were so happy to have a little boy and a little girl to play house with. My mother even admitted that she had imagined us growing up together and getting married. Of course, all of those silly ideas were squashed by the time we developed our walking, talking, shoving and hexing abilities. We have an old picture of McLaggen and me together at someone's wedding sitting on the mantel at home. At three years old I was already a head shorter than he, and with my long blonde hair and flowing white dress I looked like an angel. He looked like the devil wearing a tailored black suit and shifty eyes. I remember the memory vaguely: someone was cooing at us and telling us to stand closer together, cheering in delight when McLaggen took a hesitant step towards me, and screaming when the arse pushed me in the mud puddle behind us.

Yeah mum. Young love.

Our battles over the years haven't matured much. In fact, the last time his family visited I convinced him to check out the old tree house in the backyard – then pushed him out of it. He broke his nose hitting the ground face first. He complained for weeks about how the 'damage was permanent' and that he 'would never look the same'. I told him that the rogue look was in and that the girls would be all over him. Of course, he played up the accident when we got back to school, and the girls ate it up. The fact that he grew up to be a 'handsome and charming' (my mother's words) young man angered me even more as we moved through school. It's difficult to be mad at a boy when all you want to do is run your fingers through his short curls. Yes, I openly admit it: McLaggen is attractive. He's got brown, curly hair and soft hazel eyes, the kind of guy that you look at and your insides melt. He's attractive, but I'm not attracted to him – just to clear things up.

We've got things alright, I think. The hate-hate relationship has lasted all these years without hitch, flirting with him would destroy it. Not to mention he would never let it be, he'd torture me with the knowledge that I uttered a comment about him having a 'cute dimple' or 'heavenly hair'.

You see? I'm really not a bad friend for avoiding him until the day of the match and completely going against the wishes of one of my best friends.

Well, almost completely avoiding him.

'Dortan,' He calls out to me as I exit the Great Hall the morning before the day of the match. 'Have you seen my seeker?'

'McLaggen.' I reply in the same harsh tone that he'd addressed me with. 'No. Why do you think I've seen him? He and I don't spend any more time together than you and me.'

'No, but he's been rather cozy with your beater, the one in fifth year.'

'Mariah Affey?' I ask, and then I grin. Good on Mariah for actually listening to our captain.

'Yeah, that's the girl. Rhet has been blowing off my tactic meetings to study with her, and every time I see him in the hall he's carrying her books.' McLaggen snarls, narrowing his eyes and peering into the Great Hall. 'There's something wrong with him, and I have every intention to find out what.'

'Hmm, studying and carrying books. Very strange.' I remark, stepping away from him and rolling my eyes. 'I'll hopefully not be seeing you later.'

'Wait!' He shouts grabbing the arm of my sweater and pulling me behind one of the suits of armour. 'There they are!'

Peering around the suit, I spot a head of curls being followed by a boy wearing the Hufflepuff colours.

'Why are we hiding?' I ask, turning towards McLaggen.

'Because we're spying on them.' He says before pressing a finger to his lips and pointing to the pair of fifth years who are moving down a hall to the right of the marble staircase. 'Come on!'

'What? McLaggen, I have a class to get to.' I tell him, watching with a raised eyebrow as he performs a summersault and ducks behind the next suit of armour. He looks at me expectantly. 'No! I'm not going to spy on a member of my team as she spends time with the guy who fancies her.'

'If you don't join me behind this knight right now, I'm going to tell your mum that you snuck out on the night of her birthday dinner to go partying.' He growls.

'Ruth had just broken up with her boyfriend – I went to console her and eat ice-cream!' I scowl and defend myself. He's resorting to black mail to make me spend time with him, the boy who hates my guts? There is something wrong with him. 'Fine. You have fifteen minutes of my time, but then I'm going to class. And I'm not doing any gymnastics.'

He rubs his hands together gleefully. 'Goody. Let's be off.' He does another summersault, then stands and rushes down the corridor, pressing close to the wall. I shake my head and follow after him.

We track Mariah and Davies down the corridor and up a set of stairs. They continue down another hall and they reach the moving staircases. McLaggen curses as they board the platform above and the stairs begin to move away from us. He grabs my hand and, without any warning, leaps onto the bottom stair. I just barely make it.

'Prat.' I mutter, but he doesn't hear me as he pulls me up to the platform. Ahead of us, we can see Davies take Mariah's hand and hold up a tapestry for her. 'Wait – what if they're going somewhere to snog? I don't want an eyeful of that!'

McLaggen simply replies with: 'That dog! I told him not to fraternize with you Claws!'

As it turns out, the tapestry is only a short cut and we re-enter the flow of students making their way to class. McLaggen spots them right away, moving into another corridor, and runs off. I chase after him. When I enter the hall I see our targets immediately, sitting on a bench in front of a sunny window – but my partner in crime is nowhere to be found. I turn to exit the hall but a hand shoots out from behind a tapestry and pulls me into a hidden alcove. I recognise my attacker in the almost-darkness.

'McLaggen?' I hiss, smacking him on the arm. 'You nearly gave me a heart attack.'

'Quiet, harpy, I'm trying to listen to their conversation!' He returns.

'It's nice, huh?' I hear faintly. The voice is distinctly masculine, meaning Davies. 'It's a lovely window for watching the sunrise.'

McLaggen pulls a face. 'The sunrise? Rhet is such a pansy.'

'Hush, it's cute. I'm sure he's earned himself a point in Mariah's mind.' I say, leaning forwards to hear better.

'It's beautiful, you can see almost everything from up here.' My teammate replies.

'Except the quidditch pitch. You can see that from the library.'

'And you know because...?'

'The library is good for two things: snogging and spying.'

'Ah.'

'Arse,' I say, 'The library is for studying. If I catch him snogging someone between the shelves, I'm going to make Rose give him a detention.'

'You're quite the hypocrite.' Someone from my right says.

I yelp and whip my head around to see a boy peering into our alcove. McLaggen reaches around me and pulls him in by the collar of his shirt. I then find myself squished into a small space regularly used by frisky couples, with two boys. Oh, the joy.

'Arne, what are you doing here?' The Hufflepuff on my right asks, addressing this new arrival by name.

'I was walking down the corridor, heard some whispering behind a tapestry and decided to check it out. I was also hoping to wave my seventh year superiority around and dock some points, but I'd probably be kicked off the team if I did.' He says trying to arrange himself comfortably between the wall and me. 'Who does this stunning face belong to anyways?'

McLaggen gags. 'Nell Dortan – hate of my life – stunning? Yeah right. If anything, saying such a thing would get you kicked off of my team.'

'Then why, if you hate her so much, are you comfortably squished together in an alcove? Usually when two people hate each other they try to stay far away from the other.' He smirks at his captain, then grins at me. 'Nell Dortan, I've heard so much about you. You're chasing for the Ravenclaw team this year, right?'

'Yes.' I reply, accepting his offered hand. 'Fortunately, McLaggen and I do not speak very often, so I have not heard much about you. You are...?'

'Arne Corner, keeper for Hufflepuff.' He says, running a hand through his short blonde hair. 'I guess we'll be playing each other tomorrow.'

'Shh,' McLaggen waves at us to be quiet. 'I can't hear them anymore!'

'Them?' Corner asks.

'Rhet is chatting up some Claw.' The other boy tells him. 'We're spying on them.'

'And how did you get pulled into this, Dortan?'

'Blackmail.' I say, giving McLaggen a dirty look. 'And she's my teammate, so I guess it's sort of my responsibility to make sure that nothing bad happens to her.'

'Shh!' McLaggen shushes us again, waving his hands about.

'Mate, I think they're gone.' Corner says, peering out into the hallway.

'Where did they go?' Asks McLaggen, stepping out into the hall.

'Probably to class, Sherlock.' I say, grinning at his dumbfounded face at my use of the fictional muggle character. 'Which is where I'm headed as well. Good day boys.' I salute them and turn on my heel, hoping that Professor Binns will let me off easy for missing the first few minutes of History of Magic.

'See you tomorrow at the match, Dortan.' McLaggen calls after me. 'I've never seen you fly before, this is sure to be interesting!'

A/n: I don't know if I've spoken about this before, but this is a slow moving story with a point of view and separate story line for each girl. So, we'll get there eventually - you're just got to wait for it. You'll get you Scorose - as well as eight or nine other ships. The only question is - which characters will you be shipping?