I officially declare that Morgan Winters is the most annoying person alive.

Scowling into the Gryfindor boys dorm room mirror, I looked back on her smug, disgustingly triumphant expression when Professor Mcgonagall told her she was Quidditch captain.

The little brat had no right to even try and be captain; she didn't practice for hours on end and skip party's and dinners with important people to master her craft. For Dumbledore sake all she did was read! Morgan will fail instantly, and when she does I'll be sure to be there and say I told you so and prove that Mcgonagall made the worst mistake of her life.

"Hey James?" I turned away from the mirror and recognized Mack's voice and spotted him standing awkwardly in the doorway.I ran my fingers through my hair, embarrassment burning through me. So far only Mack and the boys knew that Morgan Winters, the shy smart girl, had beat me in the competition of being quidditch captain, but soon everyone would know and Steph Mcartney would never date me.

My dislike  for Morgan deepened. You'll pay for this Winters. I thought, mentally planning ways on how to get revenge. Now don't get me wrong, I never had a problem with Morgan before she gave me the scowl when I was flirting with Steph. But now that she's interfered with the thing I loved the most, she was main enemy.

I turned to Mack, trying to seem unfazed by the fact that my dreams were crushed. Yes?" I asked, and Mack scuffed his foot nervously on the ground. "I have a message to you from Morgan Winters." He said, and I felt my eyes narrow. "What is it?" I said, and Mack cleared his throat.

"She said if you're not down at the field in three minutes you don't have a chance at being beater this year." I clenched my teeth and grabbed my broomstick from my bedside. "I'll be right there." I hissed, growing angrier at the second. Mack nodded his head sympathetically as I stormed past him and out of the common room.

Outside people were milling around, exchanging notes and telling jokes, doing things normal Hogwarts student would do. A few of them nodded to me as I went by, and a few girls batted their eyelashes my way, but I pushed past them without returning the gesture. All I could think about was how they all wouldn't be so friendly when they found out a girl who goes to HCT beat me.

It felt like hours before I reached the Great Hall doors, and when I did I pushed past them and speed walked onto the quidditch field, where handfuls of Gryfindors were huddled together underneath a clear autumn sky.

After surveying the scene my eyes went to Steph Mcartney on the bleachers, waving a Gryfindor flag in the air. Heart racing I ran over to the rest of the Gryfindor's and lined up beside them, making a vow that I would not make a fool out of myself in front of Steph.

That's when a tiny speck in the blue sky grew closer, and I watched as someone on a broomstick, someone going incredibly fast, was diving from the clouds and into the ground.

Admiration coursed through me for the obviously experienced player on the broom until I noticed that that "someone," was Morgan Winters. When she did a perfect dive to the ground and dismounted the group of tryouts clapped with admiration, and Steph holler "GO MORGAN!" from the sidelines.

Morgan smiled, wiping a streak of dirt off her cheek. She cleared her throat and looked at each of us with narrowed, focused eyes.

"Now, here's how tryouts are going to go. I'm going to have each of you do some drills for the position you want to play and then I'll asses your skills. You should have your results by this Monday." She said, and the group of tryouts formed a line, nervous second years scurrying to the back of the line so they wouldn't be first.

I was fourth in line, and gave myself the job of watching the other players tryout for when I was captain next year. The first two were two total failures, both of them second year boys trying out for Seeker. The third was a great fourth year boy trying out for beaters, and his throws and catches were flawless.

I felt nerves churn inside of me but I pushed them down. I would for sure beat this kid for the spot of beater, if Morgan had any sense inside of her airhead.

Which she doesn't, so I should be nervous.

After the boys went and did spectacular my turn came, and I took a deep breath and looked Morgan in the eyes. She tilted her head, a smile on her face, as if saying this is going to be fun. Morgan mounted her broom and soared up in the air, calling below her "Come on Potter!"

My teeth clenched at hearing her call me "Potter," but I got on my broom and flew into the air, instantly feeling better as the wind rushed through my hair, blowing cool wind against my cheek, and all of my worries disappeared like they always do when I get on a broom.

That's probably the one and only thing Morgan and I have in common; we both have a passionate love for quidditch.

When I flew up to Morgan's height she came at me at full speed and I dodged her just in time, surprise coursing through me at her strength. "I'm going to come at you. I want you to dodge me, and then counter my attack!" She said, and I instantly did a side loop above her before doing my signature fall back move.

My move is called The James; I know very original, but the name sticks with people.

The James is where I fall backward off my broom and then last minute hook my hand onto the edge of the broom and fling myself up into a dive to distract or confuse the player coming at me.

The objective of the move is to trick the opponent into thinking I'm defeated and then coming back at them. It has its disadvantages though; during the summer I had to practice endlessly to get The James right, and I can only use it once in a while so none  of the players from different houses know my secrets and can use them for their teams.

Suddenly I saw Morgan below me, and I know I had fooled her. With a triumphant smile I dived and then pulled myself over her before using my bat to hit the quaffle out of her arms and onto the ground, where in a real game my teammate would grab it and score.

When I swerved out of my successful play I saw Morgan gazing at me with slight a slightly impressed stare, and I pushed down the pride inside of me.

Watch that Steph! As if my thoughts had came true I tore my gaze from the sky and listened to her holler "amazing move James!" from the sidelines.

At her words my heartbeat kicked up a notch, and I ruffled my hair, unaware of Morgan's expression of admiration slipping back to one of iciness.

"Excuse me James? Not to interrupt the daydreaming, but I have other people who want to tryout." Morgan said tartly, and I tore my gaze from Steph to her cool one.

Ignoring her wishes, I flew to the bleachers, ignoring Morgan's annoyed call of "You know that's extremely unprofessional!"

I landed beside Steph, and saw her fluff her hair out of the corner of my eye. "Hey Steph," I said, trying to sound cool and confident, while my heart was practically hammering out of my chest.

Steph rubbed her hands together for warmth against the fading sun and shyly smiled.

"Hi James. Great move out there; you really fooled Morgan, and she's rarely one to be tricked." She said.

Glowing from her praise I decided to strike. "Thanks, but its really nothing." I said, hands in my pockets.  "You look cold; here take my jacket."

I shook off my quidditch jacket that said Potter on the back and handed to Steph, and blushing she put it around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she mumbled, but I could see the grin that was threatening to overtake her face, and I tried to contain my excitement as she laughed and said, "You know James, if your offer for a date is still valid, I'll take it."

Heart lifting I ran my fingers through my hair absently and said "say, why don't we do tomorrow at noon, Hogesmade?"

Steph got up from the bleachers and grabbed her book bag before smiling and saying "Sounds good to me. Bye James." Then, with a last wiggle of her perfectly manicured fingers she jumped off her seat and onto the ground before walking back, hair glowing gold against the sunset.

I felt a grin spread across my face as I watched her go, and watching the other beater tryouts I knew I was going to make the team.

Suddenly things at Hogwarts were improving; I was going on a date with the girl of my dreams, I was going to be on the quidditch team, and I was being backed up by good friends.

Looking at Steph and Morgan walking back to the castle together I grabbed my broom and flew off into the sky for a quick fly, thinking that things at Hogwarts were finally looking up.