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chapter five

Hogwarts
Gryffindor  girls dorm
September Fourth 1975

'Marlene, Rory, wake up!'

I felt someone violently shaking my shoulder. When i opened my eyes i saw a pair of green eyes staring back at me, Lily's eyes.

Now if there's one thing you need to know it's that Lily Marie Evans is our personal alarm clock. She makes sure we're all on time for our hobbies and classes. She's also a morning person.

Now usually when you get the privilege of being shaken awake by our dearest redhead it's because you're late to whatever activity you have for that time. And today i genuinly couldn't remember what that was.

'you're almost late for quidditch'

That was it. My dearest brother James had decided it would be a fun idea to have try-outs before the sun rose. Another morning person that graces the halls of hogwarts and, unfortunately in these situations, our captain.

Which brings us to now.
I'm currently balancing on one foot trying to put on a sock with a toothbrush in my mouth and my quidditch jersey, thank you Alice for finding it, messily thrown on.

When i finally manage to get my sock on i look over to Marlene who is franticly searching for a hairtie when Mary tells her the hairties are in the bathroom.

I tie my shoelaces, pray to Merlin we'll be on time, grab a hairtie and me and Marlene make a run for it.

With fout minutes 'till training starts, we run through the castle bumping into people every now and then. Marlene trips a few times because of her untied shoelaces, normally i would laugh but today, i don't.

With about twenty seconds remaining we run onto the field and grab our equipment. We salute to James, a little routine we think is funny and stand next to the other players. One of my friends, Gwenog is trying out for seeker this season. She refused any kind of try-outs for the past four years but i've fianlly managed to pursue her to do this. 

'Alright good morning everyone' James says. Safe to say that statement is met with a lot of groans. Even a few complaints, but only from the back row. No one was stupid enough to challange James in hiss face.

'Today i will be selecting the team for this year, i want the chasers over there-, wait you, over there'
he points at a girl about halfway through the crowd.
'you're not even in gryffindor' he shouts and i remember where i know her from. She's a ravenclaw, a year older than us. We were paired up for a project two years ago. Her name was ... Vanessa? Victoria? ... something like that.

'okay could all non-gryffindors please leave the field'

About forty people of what i estimated were a hundred in total leave. I recognize a few of them as being hufflepuffs or ravenclaws. I'm pretty sure i even saw a slytherin. A true disgrace to their hous, as Malfoy would say. But no one listens to the albino cunt anyway, so...

'Okay now that that's cleared up-' 'Yo, James' someone shouts from the crowd. It's Sirius. He's a beater for our team, has been for three years now.

'There's first years here as well' he shouts and i look around. Now that he mentions it there are a few faces i recognize from the sorting a few days ago.

'Can everyone that's not supposed to be here leave? For Merlin's sake' James, now fed up with the situation, screamed.

Another stream of people trickled out of the field. Of the hundred we started with there we're aproximatly forty left and we could tell it was pissing James off which was hilarious to see.

'Alright, now i want the seekers over there, the chasers there, the beaters on that side of the field and the keepers by the goals.'

The group of forty people moves and i noticed almost all of them went for beater or chasers wich is kind of shitty for me and Marlene.

She's a beater with her slight anger issues- don't tell her i said that- and i'm a chaser. Me, James and Mitchell- One of Marlene's older brothers- are all chasers which means, with James being captain, there's two spots left. And with all these people it's kind off getting on my nerevs. Not that i think any of them can beat me. But still.

Looking at the other wannabe-chasers it's like i can see a pattern.
Almost all of them are girls, there's nothing wrong with that, some are wearing dresses, make-up or stiletto's. And for the guys that are there, they're all staring at me like i'm a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. Remind me to ask James not to pick them. And then in realize why they're here. I look over at the beater section, the left side of the field and see the same reocurring theme.

They're here for Me, James and Sirius.

Now let me explain this. All three of usare both single and despite James pining after Lily since day one, me making it clear i wasn't even remotely interested in men and Sirius going around breaking hearts left and right, we are still deemed 'the most wanted bachelors of our year'. I'm pretty sure we have a fanclub at this point.

All of them are here to spend even a friction of  time with either of us three. I see Emma Vanity and Bianca Gonzalez both on either the beater or the chaser side of the groups. Now let me tell you about these two, if there was a fanclub for us marauders, because Peter and Remus get some attention aswell, they would be president. To say they're obsessed would be an understatement.
Bianca and Sirius dated a week in third year and she's been fawning over him since. Yes, even after he had broken up with her.

I think at this point James started to notice the, to put it lightly, rather unpractical choice of garnments to a quidditch try-out.
But at this point i don't even think he cares anymore. At this point even i would give up.

'Alright, i want chasers in the air first, Fabian can you be a keeper first? Goldie, Mitchell make sure you try to score with every different keeper. You lot are their test.' James announces to our side of the field. 'Aye aye captain' i salute and ascended into the air.

I Point my broom and see a few girls struggling to even fly up. James sends them off field quickly and they look happy with the interaction they've gotten even if it was minor. I might4ve sightly giggled at that. Who am i kidding, me and Marlene had a full blown laughing fit on our brooms, earning quite a few glares.

Throughout practice i'd say about four people fell of their broom and one crashed into the goals, very elegantly, might i add. I face-planted way too many times and i think James lost his voice screaming out commands.The keepers weren't all that bad, aside from one who tried flirting with me. A bludger hit him square in the face and he was one of the four that fell of his broom. When i turned around to see who hit the bludger no one was there.

Overall it was fine. All of my former-teammembers walk into the locker room, all of us fairly confident of our spot on the team. The only open position was a seeker and i'm pretty sure Gwenog Jones has that place reserved.

'Hey Goldie' a familiar voice called out from behind me. Now let me just explain this little nickname. Goldie is short for Marigold, my middle name and has been used by my friends ever since they figured that one out. 
'Hey Sirius' i greeted him as he walked next to me.
'You think you got the spot?' he asked.
'Yeah, i'm pretty sure. Most of the people there didn't really have a knack for quidditch. How about you?' i asked him
'i'm also pretty sure yeah' he answered looking a bit distraught.
'I'll see you around then?'
'Yeah'

That was an akward conversation

A/N

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Woohoo i'm back from the dead with another chapter, who would've thought? This shit isn't proofread (sorry not-sorry)
so it'll probs be shit but who cares?
I'd love to hear your guesses on who hit the bludger *winky face*
For Anyone who needs a refresher the uniforms are up but for training i'd like to think they just have jersey's so imagnes that

Bye lovelys see you in the next chapter