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Chapter added: June 14, 2007

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Here's a list of all the Tutshill Tornadoes players, just in case anyone's forgotten. We really haven't heard that much from any of the team players, except for Edwin, and of course, Lily and James.

Seeker- Stanley Mumps

Beaters- Morris Wright, Zackary Harris

Chasers- James Potter, Edwin Kirk, George Calaway (a former chaser, now retired), Gregory Rambler (the reserve chaser), and Lily Evans (the new chaser, taking over George's spot)

Keeper- Carl Harrison

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Chapter Five

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"Remember, when you feel like you want to tackle me or something, imagine yourself throwing a quaffle at my head or strangling me or something. Just don't let your irrational thoughts get the better of you; we don't want another newspaper article about you throwing me off my broom or something..."

Lily did as James reminded her to do just before their third game today, against the Chudley Cannons, and imagined a bludger hitting him in the head. They had been at the game for about forty minutes now, and things could be worse. They could be better too. Since James and Lily had agreed to "get to know each other" almost a month ago, they had worked out a way to help get rid of some of their anger at each.

When the occasion arised and one of them (or both) had the sudden urge to kill one another, the two chasers were to imagine themselves punching the other in the eye or some other type of violence. As crude as it sounded, the method worked. The two hadn't been in a duel or fight since the imfamous tackle at their second game. Of course, James insisted he had come up with the brilliant method of getting rid of some steam; Lily knew she had come up with the idea though. James knew otherwise.

"-- AND THE TORNADO CHASERS EXECUTE A BRILLIANT PORKSKOFF PLOY! KIRK PASSES THE QUAFFLE EFFORTLESSLY TO EVANS WHO PASSES TO POTTER! HE'S OFF TO THE GOAL POST, KIRK AND EVANS CIRCLING HIM CLOSELY-- "

Of course, their physical fights and duels might be long gone, but their verbal fights weren't even close to gone. The relationship between the two was still very tense, hardly what anyone could call sunshine and rainbows. They still glared, scowled, and frowned at each other (hastily turning that frown upside down if Manning happened to see it). James still called Lily a kid, and Lily still found James to be an egocentric prat who posed for the camera's all too willingly.

When the team went out for butterbeers after a grueling practice, James only grudging asked Lily if she wanted to go. Lily, just as grudgingly, agreed. Then they would spend an hour or so sitting at the same table, under Manning's watchful eyes, trying to think of something to say to one other. Something other then insults.

"-- AND ANOTHER TEN POINTS TO THE TUTSHILL TORNADOES, MAKING THE SCORE AN EVEN 120-120! I MUST SAY, FOLKS, THIS DEFINITELY A DIFFERENCE FROM THE TUTSHILL TORNADOES LAST GAME!-- "

As the weeks went on, and the days leading up to their third game today, it had become fairly obvious to everyone around, even to Lily and James (though they refused to admit it) that:

While the two chasers might be complete opposites off the quidditch field, James, the prat, and Lily, the kid, had complete chemistry on the quidditch field.

After getting their tempers under control, the two finally began concentrating on the game, instead of how they could kill each other. They were beginning to learn how the other thought and moved in the air, how they maneuvered. They were starting to learn each others strength and weaknesses. They began working together. As a team. It was a miracle.

The team thought Manning was crazy to add Lily to the team, they thought her and James would never work together. That it was all a lost cause. Edwin had even considered quitting, he was a chaser who didn't have any fellow chasers to help score goals with. The truth was though--

"-- EVANS SHOOTS A LONG GOAL... AND SCORES! THE CROWD'S GOING ABSOLUTELY WILD HERE WITH THE GAME COMING TO A SCORE OF 130-120, TUTSHILL TORNADOES IN THE LEAD! WHAT'S THIS? THE SNITCH AS BEEN SPOTTED! BOTH TEAM SEEKERS ARE IN PURSUIT OF IT! CANNONS SEEKER, BENSON, HAS HIS ARM OUTSTRETCHED- OH NO, ROTTEN LUCK, THAT BLUDGER WAS. THE TORNADOES SEEKER IS STILL HOT ON THE TRAIL OF THE SNITCH- "

"MERLIN, THE TORNADO CHASERS ARE ON FIRE TODAY! THEY'VE JUST PULLED OFF THE PARKIN'S PINCER PLAY AND... THEY HAVE POSSESS OF THE QUAFFLE ONCE AGAIN! KIRK PASSES TO POTTER, TO EVANS... EVANS STREAKS TO THE GOALPOSTS... SHOOTS ANOTHER LONG GOAL... AND SCORES! AMAZING, FOLKS! THAT MAKES THE SCORE 140-120! THIS GIRL HAS DEFINITE POTENTIAL AND- THE SNITCH AS BEEN CAUGHT! YES, IT'S A CONFIRMATION! THE SNITCH HAS BEEN CAUGHT BY TUTSHILL TORNADO SEEKER, MUMPS! THE FIRST VICTORY FOR THE TEAM THIS SEASON, FOLKS!--"

-- with the way James and Lily were playing now, the team was beginning to think Lily Evans was the best decision Manning had ever made.

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The team had all apparated back to Stanley's flat for an after party. The party was exclusively for the team (including reserve/alternate players), Manning, and any friends or family invited by the players themselves. George Calaway was there with his wife, Edwin's and Morris's girlfriends were there, even Andrew, to Lily's delight. The sound of reporters outside of Stanley's flat, in the hallway, was blocked by music, laughter, yells, and more laughter. Abandoned cups of butterbeer and firewhiskey sat everywhere; on tables, bookcases, the floor, chairs.

Lily couldn't stop smiling and laughing. She was so happy. They had finally won a game! It was her first win! And Andrew had been there to see it! Who cared if he wasn't able to come to her first two games? Those weren't even good- this game though, she had felt so energetic! Her and Edwin and James had pulled off so many plays, so many brilliant plays!

"Did you see the first time we pulled off the Porkskoff Ploy, Andrew?" She asked excitedly, motion with her hand that was clutching a cup of butterbeer; the movement made the liquid slosh everywhere. "My aim was a little off when I dropped it down to Edwin, but still, it was so great. We've been working on that play for weeks."

"It was amazing, Lils." He said, smiling at her. Apart from 'It was amazing', 'That was a brilliant move', and 'No one could've pulled it off like you', Andrew hadn't said much more. He said those three sentences a lot though, if it counted for anything. He tried to relate to her in quidditch terms, but he just didn't... get quidditch. He wasn't able to keep up with everything going on. Andrew didn't even seem to fit in here, at the after party. He was awkward and stiff around everyone, not unfriendly, just not sure what to do or say. And if there was one thing he didn't do, Andrew definitely never left Lily's sight; it was like he wouldn't be able to function, no matter how awkwardly at the moment, without her standing by him... Lily knew he was happy for her though, that was what mattered.

Because she was in such a good mood, Lily didn't even bother resisting the urge to kiss him. Andrew's neck flushed red after they pulled apart, but he surprised both of them by leaning down for a second go.

Being a quidditch player was starting to have it's good points, she had to admit. Everyone knew her name now, everyone wanted her autograph. She did the one thing she loved the most almost every single day: played quidditch. And now, she was realizing just how great it felt to actually win a game. Of course, it had been cool winning games at Hogwarts, but now... now she was winning games in the real world. Hogwarts seemed so much smaller to her now, compared to the real world.

"Oh come on, break it up, you two! We're about to have a toast!" Someone called over in Lily and Andrew's direction. Andrew immediately pulled away with embarrassment, while Lily smiled at him. She grabbed his hand as Manning stood up on a chair and clinked his cup with his wand.

"Okay, quiet, quiet! Turn off the music, Stanley! Thank you. Now, a toast to the team's first win of the season! It was a hell of a victory, if I don't say so myself!" Everyone yelled an agreement. "I think we've all been working hard for this, but we can't stop now! We haven't even gotten halfway through the season yet-"

"Oh, cut the inspiring speech, Manning, and raise your glass!"

Manning rolled his eyes, "Fine. To the Tutshill Tornadoes!" He said, raising his cup. Everyone's cups raised seconds later. There was an echo of "To the Tutshill Tornadoes!"

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Lily had forgotten about James until he walked over to her tensely a while later and held out his hand for her to shake. "Good game." He said gruffly.

"You too." She said, grudgingly, less cheerfully. Andrew had left a few moments ago because he had to get up early tomorrow for training.

"The Porkskoff Ploy was executed fairly well. Your long goals were loads better."

"Yes, well, practice does wonders, doesn't it?"

James merely nodded.

"Are you going to try out for the World Cup team this summer?" She asked.

"Of course. You?"

"Yes, I was thinking about it. Then again, it's my first year and I'm not sure I'm ready for the World Cup..." She trailed off.

James didn't even bother to try and give her any words of encouragement. Lily had been thinking about the World Cup try out's as they loomed closer now. It was early March right now, the try-out's were always in the middle of July, then by early September, the people chosen for the team were announced.

The way it worked was, there were many country's who played in the World Cup, and players would go to the World Cup try-out's for their country. If chosen, they would play on their country's World Cup team. Lily would play for England's World Cup team, if she was chosen. She didn't think she stood a chance though; there were so many better players then her, a rookie.

"Did you see Andrew? He came to my game today." Lily stated smugly. That would teach him not to go and insult her and Andrew's relationship.

"I saw him. He didn't let you out of his sight. Must feel awkward or something." He had punctured a nerve. Lily lifted her chin.

"Well, he doesn't really know many people here, that's all. Once he gets to know everyone, he'll feel more comfortable."

"Right."

"Where's your girlfriend?" Lily asked rather tersely.

"I don't have time for a girlfriend right now."

"Oh, I see. You're too busy being in love with yourself to love anyone else."

"Nice comeback." James said, his jaw clenched.

"Thanks."

"Did you get a, er, haircut?" He asked, awkwardly.

"Yes..." She was surprised he'd noticed, not even Andrew noticed. Well, they did see each other a lot, they worked togther. He was bound to notice, she supposed... Lily couldn't help but feel the only thing James could have said to make that comment even more awkward would be by saying it looked nice.

Thankfully, he didn't. "Looks shorter." He said curtly.

"It's been layered."

"Ah."

"Do you ever get haircuts?" She had to ask. James' hair always- and she meant always- looked the same. Rather shaggy and terribly, terribly messy and windswept.

"Of course I get haircuts." He said irritably, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Everyone got haircuts.

"Your hair always looks the same."

James unconciously pushed a hand through his hair. He did that a lot. "It grows fast. Really fast."

"Ah."

"Prongs, my mate, you have to introduce me to the girl who's been getting on your nerves for the past three months." The two chasers jumped at Sirius' booming voice.

"Hey, Sirius."

"Well?"

"Oh... right." James stopped and looked over at Sirius with an annoyed expression. "Why do I have to introduce her? You know her already!"

"So? Does she know me?" He turned to Lily. "Do you know me?"

Lily had seen this man at practice before, in the stands. She had gathered he was James' friend. That was about it. "Er, no."

"Well, since James thinks it's too much to introduce people, I'll introduce myself. I'm Sirius, Sirius Black."

"Like the star?"

"Of course."

"Ah." She was at loss for better words.

Sirius pointed a little ways over, to two men. "Those are some other friend's of James and mine. Their name's are Remus and Peter. I thought I'd at least let you know their names, since James probably won't bother with introduction for them either." He only grinned as James sent him a "Ha, ha. That's so funny. I'm just laughing up a storm here" look.

Lily cracked a slight smile. This Sirius fellow didn't seem so bad, even if he did associate with James Potter, willingly.

"See there, James? She's not nearly as unattractive as you make her out to be, especially when she smiles. In fact, she's rather pretty."

Well. Lily wasn't sure if she should be insulted or flattered. She settled for insulted and raised an eyebrow at James.

"Hey, wait, I never said she was-" James stopped and gave Sirius a withering look, as if to say,

"I know what you're playing at, and I'm not falling for it."

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"Hello, Lily."

"Manning! Hey." Lily said, throwing him a smile from where she sat on a couch. James had gone off to brood, or perhaps let off some steam and picture hexing Lily.

"I just wanted to say that was a good game today. I was... surprised, to say the least. I wasn't sure you and James would be able to work together."

"Thought we were a lost cause?"

"Yes, basically. I'm glad, though, that you two have... put your differences aside, for the most part. I know there's still some tension, but over time, well, maybe that will end."

Lily couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. Manning actually thought they were getting along? As in being friendly to each other? Sure, they talked and didn't yell at each other much anymore, but really, they had a long way to go before friendship was even considered. "I guess you're right."

"You two do bloody well together on the pitch, though. You've got chemistry."

She tried not to scrunch up her face in disgust, and instead, settled for a tight smile. She didn't like the idea of James Potter and her having chemistry whatsoever, on the pitch or off the pitch. "Yeah. Sure. We've been working together, you know, practicing all the time."

There was a slightly awkward pause before Manning spoke again, changing the subject, thankfully. "You are planning to try out for the World Cup team, aren't you?"

"Well... I've thought about, but..." Lily really just didn't

Manning sat down in a chair not far from Lily's couch. He drained the rest of his butterbeer. "Lily, I know you think you aren't ready, this being your first season, I understand. You've just gotten out of Hogwarts, seventeen. It's daunting, I know, but I think you can pull it off. If not a position on the team, maybe an alternate, reserve." He shrugged.

He thought she could get a position on England's World Cup team? Maybe he was just try to give her a boost of confidence, or maybe he was just trying to be nice. Or maybe he was right. "I don't know... I haven't been playing in the big leagues that long and I'm still trying to learn how everything goes-"

"Don't go getting discouraged, Lily. You have the potential to be a great quidditch player, one of the best, I'd say. You just can't hang back forever, saying you're too young, too unexperienced. Just jump in and have a go. If you don't get a place on the team, so what? There's always going to be another try-out."

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"That's wonderful, Lily!" Her mother exclaimed, hugging her. Lily had stopped her parents house the next morning to tell them about her team's victory.

"What was the score?" Her father asked, taking off his reading glasses (he had been reading the newspaper).

"290-120." Lily sat down at the kitchen table.

"And how much is that quaddle thing you throw through the hoops worth?" He asked, curiously.

"Quaffle, dad." She said with a laugh. "The quaffle's worth ten points, it's the snitch that's worth so much- 150 points."

"That hardly seems fair." Her mother mused.

"No, I've never found it very fair either, but makes the quaffle all the more important. The amount of goals you make with a quaffle can make or break you when it comes down to it." She took a cookie from a plate her mother sat down on the table.

"Well, was it exciting? Were there many people watching?"

"Tons, mum. Tons. You would be amazed. There's so many people that turn up at the games. You can't hardly hear anything above them."

"Was Andrew there?" They knew he hadn't been to her first two games.

"Yes, he was able to come yesterday, wasn't that great? And he came to the after party." She said, boasting.

"Well, that's wonderful, dear."

"I know and Manning- you know him, the team manager?"

"The short man who's bald?"

Lily grinned. "That one. Anyways, he talked to me last night about trying out for the-"

The front door opened. "Mum, I came over to see if Vernon left his gloves here last night. He couldn't seem to find them-..." Petunia stopped on the spot as she noticed Lily sitting at the table. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her chin lifted slightly. Her pointy nose was stuck so far in the air, Lily wouldn't have been surprised if it touched the ceiling. "You're here." She stated, the warmth previously in her voice now gone.

"Hi Petunia. How's Vernon?" Lily asked politely, trying to make conversation.

"I'll go look and see if I can find Vernon's gloves. Pet, sit down, I made some cookies." Their mother cut in before rushing out of the kitchen.

Petunia didn't walk over and sit down, nor did she get a cookie. She almost seemed afraid of blowing up if she came too close to Lily. She sniffed. "He's fine."

"That's good."

There was an awkward pause. Their father started up the conversation again. "Petunia, I suppose you didn't know Lily's quidditch team won their game yesterday? They did wonderfully!"

Petunia's lips pursed. "That's... nice. Well, I'd better go help mother find Vernon's gloves." She left without a glance at Lily.

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Author's Note: Another chapter in what, four or five days? That's so cool. I've haven't updated that quickly in... well, we won't get into that, will we? LoL. :) I'll be going on a roadtrip, starting Monday of next week. We'll be seeing some of the western part of the country (in the United States), mainly heading out to see the Grand Canyon though. ANYWAYS, because of this, I will not be taking my laptop along with me (at least, I don't think I will. Haven't really decided), so you probably won't be expecting any updates from me for about two weeks or so. Yeah... I thought I'd get the word out, so no one would go and think I've taken a break from my beloved stories again...

On a different subject, I've done some research on the World Cup (about teams, dates, etc.) at Harry Potter Lexicon, but I'm still not entirely sure how it works out. So... in this story, the World Cup might be different from the one's in the books.

Quidditch Terms Used in this Chapter:

Parkin's Pincer: This move, reportedly invented by the original Parkin family who founded the Wigtown Wanderers, involves three Chasers flying from three different directions at an opposing Chaser.

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