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"You're going down, Rochford."

"Not if I knock you out first, Black."

"Will you two bloody shut your trap? I don't need you fighting on the field!" James Potter fumed, turning on his heel and snapping at the two who had been fighting since morning. This wasn't normally how they fought, of course. Usually Ed would be cussing Sirius out, calling him every single name she could think of, and Sirius would be yelling back. No, the two kept bickering, albeit loudly (but a whole lot quieter than the usual yelling) on their way to the Quidditch pitch, and frankly, James didn't see how they never get tired of it.

The said two did shut the hell up, but didn't stop glaring at each other. James sighed; they'll never get over it.

"Okay. I want a good, clean game of Quidditch. Coach Burwell has agreed to oversee our match. We do this without Seekers, okay? Sirius and I will play Keepers. One beater for each team, so that we get to see you individually. You there," he said, pointing to the six Chasers he found yesterday. He began separating them into two teams. Sirius turned to the four Beaters; Ed, Christina Morgan, Javed Reynolds, and Bilius Weasley.

"Bill and Javed, you're up first," Sirius said, nodding to the two, and clapping Reynolds on the back. Clearly, he was Sirius's choice for the team.

"Rochford," Sirius spat viciously, "and Chris, you're next." Ed would've glared back, but instead settled on giving him the sweetest smile she could manage. Christina—Chris, as she was commonly called, smiled somewhat seductively back at Sirius, who gave her a 'hey-you're-looking-good-babe' kind of smile. Ed rolled her eyes, and made a noise, which made Sirius abruptly tore his eyes from Christina's chest.

Morgan glared at her and walked away, hips swinging. Ed had the sudden fantasy of her falling off her broom and splitting her head open…but alas, such dreams were made to be trampled on.

"Was that your slag-for-hire, Black?"

"Jealous much, Rochford?"

Ed nearly choked on the spot. "MERLIN, NO." She wrinkled her nose, walking past him and Christina, huffing angrily. "Motherfucking son of a bitchin' assfucking hole..." Chris shot her a look as she passed, and Ed gave her the finger. Chris' mouth dropped open, looking greatly offended.

"Ed!" Ed turned around to see Sirius, turning purple in the face. But it wasn't Sirius who called her attention. No, it was someone else.

"Ed," James said, walking up to her. "C'mere," he said, glancing at Sirius, and narrowing his eyes. He put an arm around her, but she shrugged it off.

"Now what… Potter?"

"My name, if you would bloody remember, is James."

Ed scoffed. He was a Marauder. Her ego went down the drain if she addressed a Marauder by his freaking name. No, not just her ego. Everything that she was—a defiance to the Marauders. She folded her arms and glared at him.

"Ed, I'm on your side," James said angrily, in the lowest voice he could manage. "Now listen. I want you on the team. No one else. Sirius is being blind to your talents just because he doesn't want to work with you. For Merlin's sake, I don't give a damn what you bastards have against each other, but don't bring it to Quidditch. This is all for Gryffindor, Ed," he said, opening his arms wide, to indicate every single person who was trying out. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. "Besides, you get to clobber Sirius during practice," he said, grinning as he pulled away. "Think about it."

Ed hissed. "Fine. I'll do this for Gryffindor… and for my love of Quidditch. But not for you, and most certainly not for Black." She turned on her heel, and walked away.

James ran a hand through his hair. Goddamn, if Sirius and Ed didn't get over their differences, they'll be having problems in Quidditch. And ultimately, they wouldn't win the cup.

"Damnit," muttered James. "Alright! Let's get in the air!"

Everyone shuffled. The first half who were playing stayed, while Ed and the others headed off to the bleachers. Chris must've been going after Sirius, because she kept trying to trip Ed, who successfully dodged or stomped on Christina's foot. The two were practically going to kill each other.

"Mount your brooms! Quickly now!" yelled Coach Burwell, a woman in her forties, and hair tied back in a ponytail. She had served as the Quidditch referee and flying classes coach since she was twenty-two. She put the whistle to her mouth. "Game begins in 3... 2... 1... GO!"

Hearing the whistle, all brooms shot up in the air.

The game has begun.

It seemed like hours before James finally called for a time out, when it only had really been twenty minutes. "Alright," he yelled, trying to get the attention of everyone else. Successfully, of course, since everyone stopped in their tracks, while others came closer to hear better. "Go get a break, Reynolds, Weasley. I want Ed and Morgan in the air."

Sirius was furious, face turning red quickly, but one glance at James' patronizing glare told him he could do nothing more. James was the Captain. He was just the best mate.

Ed winced as James addressed her by first name. They were on first-name terms now? Bloody hell. She tightened the leather gloves she wore that day. They helped her grip the bat better, and they were Muggle-made, and a nice onyx. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Christina Morgan trying to kill her with the deadliest of looks, all of which Ed knew she could top with her own cold glare. That girl needed death glare lessons pronto.

Ed tightened the combat boots she wore almost every day now, and stood up, grabbing her broom, heading straight for the pitch. She could hear hissing sounds emanating from Chris' throat, and she grimaced as images of slitting that very throat flashed again and again in her head. She let out a low growl, and Chris only seemed to hiss more. Ed decided to ignore her.

"Players! Mount your brooms, now!" James shouted, snapping Ed out off her sadistic mind-set.

She quickly obeyed the instruction given—not because Potter, hell no, but really because she saw Coach Burwell was all set and ready to release the ball that would most probably decide their everlasting fate for Quidditch this year (but you know, no pressure…at all).

Burwell threw the Quaffle. It rose up in the air—higher, higher—it transfixed the students in a mesmerizing way.

It was then that all hell broke loose.

Ten brooms shot through the air, Chasers racing for the Quaffle, the Beaters—Ed and Morgan—fighting the hyperactive Bludgers, and the two Seekers flying above them all, looking for that little golden ball that just might win them a spot in the team.

One of her team's Chasers got to the ball first; he quickly made a beeline for the hoops, successfully avoiding the Quaffle being stolen away from him and/or getting pummelled brutally to the ground.

He tossed it—closer and closer it got that Ed nearly whooped for joy (they were getting the first points!). It was practically across the damn hoop now…

Until, of course, Fate just had to screw with Ed's life—again.

Black blocked the Quaffle at the very last minute, rendering the other team's chance of winning points. He shot a smug look to a fuming Ed and swiftly turned his back on her.

Ed wanted to scream, to fucking yell her head off at that obnoxious man-whore, but she had no time. From what she could see in her line of vision, a Bludger was coming straight towards her, courtesy of one Christina bitch-face Morgan. She concentrated all her hatred of this hell week, the hatred she was currently feeling for Black and Potter, and her eternal hatred of Morgan, and expressed it all by the swing of her bat at the Bludger. It went soaring high.

To Ed, it was pretty much all a blur after that. She had been much too excited, much too immersed in the euphoria of the game to diligently take in details of the game.

All she knew was one goal: to keep those fucking caffeine induced Bludgers from hitting her or her team-mates…and to guide it to the direction of Morgan and Black's faces every possible moment.

Suffice to say, it was a very dangerous and life threatening match. Very dangerous, indeed.

Eventually though, before Ed had even come to realize, their match was over.

'Holy shit,' she thought, 'since when did time move that fast? I don't even know who was freaking winning!'

With a feeling of dread dropping down on her stomach, she glanced at the score board…and blinked. Ed blinked once again. The score was now two hundred ten to one hundred eighty points—with them in the lead. It seems that their Seeker was very much capable after all.

With the weight in her stomach gone, Ed was filled with a giddy sense of happiness—or, at least, as much giddiness one pessimistic midget can have—and quickly joined where her team was holding a mini celebration on the ground.

Sirius was not having a good time. Not a good time at all.

First he had to spend the entire day with Rochford: seeing her annoying face and hearing her mother effing horrible voice. Had to play a whole Quidditch game with her. Had to mother fucking lose that said Qudditch game to her.

It was really so fucking annoying that he wanted to bash his head to the nearest hard surface he encounters.

The smug look on James' face did nothing to help his current predicament.

Oh, Sirius knew this was inevitable. When James wanted something for the Quidditch team, he certainly went out of his way to see that through. After all, "the captain always knows what's for the best." And right now, James wanted nothing more for Ed to be Sirius' fellow Beater for the team.

Bull shit.

Sirius groaned aloud as he envisioned what's it's gonna be like for the next hour or so.

James would announce the people who got in this year's team—one of them would no doubt be Rochford. Said midget will give him a gloating look before she would realize that she had to be partnered with the Sirius Black (in which he would enjoy a small moment of victory), and this day would probably end with the two of them screaming at each other until they turn blue.

Joy.

Just add that to the list of reasons why he was having such a good, good time.

As he predicted, James conjured a pedestal and stepped on top of it, managing to make himself look important even with the sweat-drenched robes he wore.

"And now," he announced dramatically, "for the brave and selected Gryffindors who made it in the team!"

James glanced at the eager faces of each Quidditch hopeful and felt a sadistic smile slither its way to his lips. God, how he loved to be Captain. "First for the Keeper…we have…Caleigh Magne!"

Sirius glanced at the crowd and found a sixth year, blond haired and, blue eyed boy that he remembered as Magne (he only remembered 'cause that kid was one hell of a Quidditch player). Said Keeper was stared impassively at James, as if it wasn't that important to be in the best bloody House team there is—according to Sirius' opinion, anyway.

"Next up, the two Chasers that will have the honor of playing along-side me for the whole year…Milos Brewer and Damon Deraux!"

Sirius snorted at that last name. He knew that girly name all too well. It belonged to that fifth year bastard who steals the pretty girls away. Although, Sirius would be the first to admit that he was much better—and not to mention, more experienced—in the art of being a ladies man.

Nevertheless, he glared at the dark curly brown hair and lightly tanned face of the Chaser.

"Welcoming the new Seeker: Vincent Thanatos!" James bellowed again, snapping Sirius out of his hate fest.

He distractedly noticed Deraux slapping the back of a boy with incredible pale skin and his long black hair tied to a high ponytail. Best friends? Hmmm, he supposed so. Sirius also noted the fact that the boy was very handsome, but he still couldn't hold a candle to Sirius in the category of good looks.

"And lastly, the Beater that would join our dear Sirius Black here, Edelwynn Rochford!"

Sirius groaned. Hell was just about to begin for him, and he knew it.

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