The holidays were over, and classes were back in session. James had been glad for the chance to go home--as much as he enjoyed Hogwarts, there was no place like home--but being back had its upsides. Quidditch was one of them. He didn't get practice when he was at home, and more than anything, James missed flying. He didn't think he was going to try to play after graduation--at least he didn't plan to at the moment--but he was probably going to have to find an excuse to fly once he left school. It was just too fun.

"You live in Irvingly, right?" James asked Miss Gillenwater. They'd both apparently had the idea to come out to the pitch after classes finished for the day, braving the cold. "It must be hard to practice in the off-season."

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