"I don't care," Morgan said rolling her eyes and tugging on a black tank-top, she had not been able to do anything remotely physical in almost two months. Halloween was approaching and she was going stir crazy, so she had agreed to help the Gryffindor team with workouts that could improve their playing.

"I know you don't care but you at least should get your last essay done before you go." Grace looked about ready to explode and Morgan smiled at her saying, "I'll do that stupid potions essay once I get back. Besides it's the weekend and I need to do something besides sit on my podex for the next few hours."

She pulled her hair into a thick braid shoving her bronze pin through the black locks and said, "also someone needs to start going to the Gryffindor team's practices cause Harry's on the team. And you and I both know that he won't quit, 'cause he is more stubborn than Percabeth," she grinned using the ship name she had come up with once Annabeth and Percy, two of the most stubborn people she knew. They had also finally stopped being stupid and had gotten together, gods of Olympus the two were adorable together.

Her friend rolled her eyes but left the subject alone and Morgan headed down to the common room before waving to Angelina and the rest of the team who, per her instructions were not wearing the normal Quidditch robes but instead sweats and t-shirts.

"Who's ready for a proper workout, not the pansy stuff you all do," she asked climbing out the portrait hole and sinking into a running stance. The team chorused back, "let's go," or at least the chasers and beaters did, Ron and Harry not so much as she said.

"Well then let's begin," tearing off down the halls she sprinted for the pitch vaulting over railings and grinning like a mad woman. Behind her she heard cursing as she tore out onto the grounds, and she peered back letting out a laugh.

The closest member of the team was still running down the stairs a good hundred yards behind her as she pushed herself to run faster headed straight for the pitch. Throwing herself into a flip that had her swinging over the stands leaping from beam to beam. She hadn't had this much fun in months, sure pranking Umbitch and Snape was amusing but she was a person built for battle and for exercise.

So, she smiled to herself pulling off a perfect double back tuck, two flips one after the other before landing in a crouch on the pitch. She rose to her feet and saw the entire Gryffindor team giving her astounded looks while desperately trying to catch their breath.

"How, the bloody, hell, did you, do, that." Ron said pausing to double over and gasp for air, "loads of practice. Stand up straight you can bring in more air that way, and you lot." She turned to face the rest of the team, "catch your breath 'cause we are only just getting started."

An hour later Morgan was still smiling, and the seven players in from of her were bemoaning the workout session that was only half of what she had done. She asked, "so, who thinks they could do that again?" Before casually levering herself into a hand stand and beginning her normal workout, fifty dead drops, a hundred sit ups, and what back at camp would be her daily run with Juniper.

"How are you still able to move?" One of the chasers she recognized as Alicia Spinnet asked still sucking down huge gulps of water like the rest of the team. "Back in America, I went to a muggle summer camp with, what you could call a frenemy, Clarisse LaRue. Every year we challenge each other to contests like who can work out the longest without collapsing."

She grinned remembering the daughter of Ares who was more competitive than some of the cabin 17 campers, the children of Nike. "So, I just got stupid good at physical exertion." She finished her dead drops vaulting from her hands to her feet barely out of breath in the slightest.

"You are," one of the twins started, "by far," the other one said before declaring in unison. "Absolutely bloody insane," she rolled her eyes and used the two beaters bats to swat them both on the arm. The older girl laughed and she said to the whole team, "so, who's teaching me this crazy game?"

Ten minutes later, Morgan was having the time of her life. Somehow, some way Zeus hadn't blasted her out of the sky, and she was pretty good at flying. She zipped past Fred looping around the red head and flew off in the direction of the bludger she was chasing, the thick bat reminding her of her celestial bronze baseball bat she sometimes used if she was feeling particularly Harley Quinnish. Her face split in an enormous grin that had her truly happy since she had started this ridiculous quest, she smashed the ball towards George.

She was finally beginning to figure out how to tell the two apart, and grinned as she looped around the spectator towers and bashed the other bludger towards Fred. She was on one of the school's old brooms but really couldn't care less, if she had to keep up this witch charade, she was going to get a proper broom.

Landing she listened to Angelina the next match was a week away and was against those prats who called themselves a team. The game was against Slytherin. She honestly couldn't wait to watch the snakes get clobbered, and it was going to happen.

"Oh, come on!" Grace rolled her eyes at her friend who was shouting at Ron, they were sitting in the stands for the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch game and the redhead had just failed to save yet another goal from the Slytherin chasers. Angelina zipped down the pitch as Lee Jordan, whom her friend had taken a liking to, commentated.

Grace watched as the dark-skinned chaser flew circles around Markus Flint and scored her third goal of the game bringing the score back to a tied 50-50. "Nice one, show that snake who's boss!" Her friend roared grinning, lately Morgan had been the one who was more enthusiastic about the whole, magical sports thing. "Holy Hades, dude, it was RIGHT THERE!"

Grace laughed as a similar explosion of frustration was shouted over the magical megaphone Lee was using, even if she really couldn't be bothered to do more than let her brain analyze the strategies each team was using. It seemed that the only team with real strategy was the Gryffindor team, the Slytherins really just relied on dirty tactics.

To put it simply they cheated, a lot. Cheap shots and fouls were a regular occurrence, when Warrington, a Slytherin chaser grabbed Alicia's head and tried to pass it off as grabbing the Quaffle. Fred hurled his beaters club into the Slytherin's side, and Madam Hooch shouted, "penalty to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their chaser! Penalty to Slytherin for deliberate damage to their chaser!"

"Are you shitting me Hooch, he was retaliating from that jack, muumf…" Golden eyes glared at her as Morgan bit her hand, "language Morgan." Her friend rolled her eyes and shook herself free watching the chasers duke it out for the Quaffle, Katie Bell grabbing the scarlet ball and tore off down the pitch towards the Slytherin goals.

"Come on Katie. LET'S GO!" The ball hurtled through the hoops bring them back to the tie, and two blurs, one scarlet, and one emerald streaked past them. "And I think that Harry Potter has seen the snitch," during this Angelina had seized the Quaffle and put it through the Slytherin goals.

Suddenly Harry hurtled up higher into the air, his hand held triumphantly over his head, a glint of gold hardly visible between his fingers. "And Gryffindor wins 220 to 60," cheering erupted around her and Grace grinned as Morgan roared in celebration beside her.

The teams landed and Grace frowned, words were clearly exchanged and Harry and one of the twin surged forward pummeling Malfoy, who suddenly looked a lot less confident. "GET HIM!" her friends voice roared at her side and when they started back towards the castle both girls met up with Hermione and Ginny.