Nostalgia - Part One

Fall 1990

Alicia Spinnet's slumber was disturbed by the sensation of being poked in the arm.  Hoping it would go away, she rolled over and tried to ignore it.

"Wake up, Alicia!  Wood's posting the team roster this morning, get up!" 

The voice unmistakably belonged to her best friend and roommate, Angelina Johnson.  The import of her words slowly sunk in.

"Oh, shite!"  Alicia scrambled to get out of bed.  "Thanks."

Angelina plopped down on Alicia's bed as Alicia pulled on her robe and stepped into her slippers.  "I hate that we can't both make the team.  I mean, I want to be chosen but I want you to be, too."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, you're a shoo-in.  I don't even know why I bothered trying out."  Alicia thought Angelina had been brilliant at the tryouts.  Then again, Angelina was always brilliant.

"Oh, don't be a dolt, you're very good.  You're loads better on a broom than Fallsworth or Munson.  I just wish there had been two spots available."  Angelina's feet bobbed up and down as she waited for her friend.  "Are you ready yet?  Whatever the decision is, we'll see it together."

"Yes, let's go," replied Alicia and the two girls set off running down the stairs to the Common Room.

When they reached the Common Room, a crowd had already gathered.  The Weasley twins were there, as were Becky Fallsworth, Tim Munson, and Stephen Gordon.  Oliver Wood, however, had not yet arrived with the roster.

"Where in blazes is Oliver?" groaned Angelina.  "Taking his own sweet time!"

One of the twins grinned.  "We tried to break into his room…"

"…to wake him up…"

"…but he'd set a ward on it."

"Sorry, ladies."  Fred and George always seemed incapable of forming sentences in solitude.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon," sighed Alicia.

"Patience, patience, fellow Gryffindors," a voice called from the stairwell.  Alicia turned to see Oliver, their dreamy-looking team captain, lazing against the door frame.  "I needed a good night's sleep so I could make the decision properly.  It was a tough one."

"Come on, put us out of our misery already," begged Fallsworth.

"I will, I will. But first, a speech!"  Oliver's words were met with a collective groan.  "I want to thank each of you for trying out, you were all very good, and it was a difficult decision to make.  I wish I could have taken all of you, but unfortunately there just aren't that many spaces available this year.  Some of you who have not been chosen for the team will be invited to join the reserves, and maybe next year will be able to slide onto the roster.  So, without further ado," Oliver pulled a scroll from his pocket and stuck it to the wall. 

Alicia and the others rushed toward the wall to read the Oliver's scrawl.  Beaters were listed first - Fred and George, of course.  They were quite good.  Then Chaser.  Angelina Johnson.  I knew it, she thought.  But then, further down the page, she saw her own name.  Reserve chaser: Alicia Spinnet. 

Oh, well , thought Alicia as she felt herself swept into a giant hug by Angelina.

"I'm sorry," Angelina soothed, squeezing Alicia tightly.

"Don't be," replied Alicia, returning the hug. "You were the best and you know it.  I made the reserves, so maybe next year." 

Alicia knew she should be upset, and she was - a little.  She just didn't feel as badly as she thought she should.  She found herself wondering whether Angelina would have hugged her like this if they'd both made the team, or if she would have just given a quick embrace.  Being held made the disappointment easier to bear.

Winter 1994

"So I said, 'You think so, Pucey?  You couldn't outfly a Cornish Pixie with a broken wing!"  Angelina's eyes danced as she relayed the confrontation she'd had with the Slytherin chaser that morning. 

Alicia laughed with her friend, "Oh, that's classic!  I bet he didn't like that one bit!"

"Hardly.  His face got all puffy and red, like a boiled lobster, and then comes stomping toward me and pointing his wand like he's going to hex me or something. 'You take that back!', he says -"

"Oi, Angelina!" Angelina paused her story as the two girls turned towards the voice.  It belonged to one of the Weasley twins, who were standing with some younger kids at the other end of the Common Room.  Alicia could never tell the twins apart unless they were wearing their initials on their jumpers.

"What," replied Angelina.

"Want to come to the ball with me?"

Alicia didn't notice that she was holding her breath, waiting for Angelina's reply.

A few moments later, it came. "All right, then," agreed Angelina casually before turning back to Alicia and continuing right where she left off, with nothing more than a blushing smile to betray her excitement.  "And then the little prick poked me in the chest with his wand!  Right between my tits..."

Alicia laughed, nodding, as Angelina motioned toward her own chest, but wasn't really hearing her anymore.  Angelina was going to the ball with Fred.  Or was it George?  She didn't suppose it mattered.  Whoever it was, Angelina seemed happy about it.  Alicia wasn't fooled by her indifferent manner, she knew Angelina wasn't the type to dance and giggle her pleasure in front of all of Gryffindor.  Later, when they all went to bed Angelina would hug her pillow and smile her excitement quietly.  That was just how she was about things.

"Earth to Alicia!" Angelina was waving a hand in front of her face. 

"Oh, sorry, I just remembered something I'd forgotten to do," Alicia improvised.  "What did Pucey do after he grabbed your tits?"

Angelina snorted.  "He didn't grab my tits!  If he'd done that I'd have sent him to hospital in several pieces.  No, he just poked me with that puny little wand of his and challenged me to a race.  So then I just asked you, while you were off in la-la land, if you would come be a witness to make sure there's no foul play.  Pucey's bringing Bletchley." 

Maybe you should ask Weasley.  "Sure.  Just let me know when."  Alicia faked a yawn.  "I'm getting sleepy.  I think I'm going to head upstairs now.  Goodnight!"  She stood, smiling faintly at Angelina's slightly puzzled look, and headed for their dormitory.

***

What was wrong with her, wondered Alicia as she peered at Fred and Angelina from her position against her date's shoulder.  Why should she care if Angelina fancied Fred?  It wasn't as if she herself had feelings for him, he was a good chap and all, but Alicia knew she didn't like him that way.

They looked like they were having a blast.  Fred was whirling her around the dance floor as if it were a contact sport and she was laughing, laughing as if it were the all the best joke in the world and smiling back at him.  Smiling at him with eyes filled with love.

"Ow!  Good lord, Alicia, that hurts!"  Her date's words cut through her reverie and she realized that she had dug her nails into the hand she was holding as they sedately stepped to the tune.

Alicia immediately relaxed her grip. "Sorry, Kenneth.  I was just concentrating a little too hard.  I'm not a natural dancer, I'm afraid."

Kenneth seemed to accept her statement and they continued to dance quietly.  Kenneth was a nice enough boy, if a bit homely.  Alicia'd asked him to escort her a few days before the ball because she didn't want to go alone.  That she chose Kenneth because she thought he wasn't likely to be asked otherwise was irrelevant.  She'd hoped George might invite her, so they could all have one big double date, but he hadn't.  Then again, why should he?  Just because Fred liked her best friend was no obligation for his brother to fancy her.  It didn't matter anyway. 

"You look very pretty tonight, Alicia.  Have I told you that?"  Kenneth's breath patted lightly on her hair.  She hoped he wasn't messing up her coiffure, it had taken her an hour to fix properly. 

She shifted, trying to bring her head out of his line of breath.  "Yes, twice, actually."

"Oh.  Well, you do." 

Alicia couldn't think of any response besides, "Thanks."  They reverted to silence as they continued their dance.

The music changed, and Alicia stifled the urge to yawn. 

"Would you like some punch?"  Kenneth asked.  "My feet are getting tired so I wouldn't mind sitting this one out."

"Sure," Alicia nodded and removed her arms so he could go.  She made her way to the nearest empty table and sat down, watching the couples moving around on the floor.  Her eyes were drawn to Fred and Angelina once again.  They were standing very close, still swaying a bit more than the music required, but their bodies pressed together.  Fred's lips were scarcely inches from Angelina's as they smiled at each other.  He leaned in further, and Alicia watched as their lips touched, first tentatively and then more certainly, their arms pulling each other closer.

Stop it!  Alicia tasted blood as she realized she'd bit her lip.  What in Merlin's name was wrong with her?  Why did she suddenly feel sick to her stomach?  Other boys were kissing their dates, but they didn't fill her with a visceral horror.  None of them were kissing Angelina.

But why shouldn't he kiss Angelina?  She should be happy for her friend having found someone to love her.  Angelina having a boyfriend shouldn't affect their own friendship at all.  But somehow, it did.  Alicia realized that she didn't want Fred to love Angelina because she didn't want Angelina to love Fred.  She wanted Angelina to love her.

No, that can't be right, thought Alicia.  I am not ... gay.  But she was jealous.  She knew the feeling too well not to recognize it.

"Here you go, one glass of punch!"  Kenneth was back, showing far more cheer than Alicia felt.  She took the offered glass, smiling sickly her thanks, and began gulping it down. 

I like boys, I know I do.  I had a crush on Oliver since I was a first year.  Alicia pretended to pay attention to her date but she could think of nothing other than debunking the shocking thought that she might fancy Angelina in that way.  There had to be a more reasonable explanation.

Maybe she was jealous that Angelina had a boyfriend and she didn't.  She surveyed Kenneth carefully as he continued talking about whatever he was talking about.  He wasn't really that ugly.  His eyes were a little too far apart and he had a regrettable acne problem.  So what?  Other than that, and being a little on the pudgy side, there was not a thing wrong with him.  Besides, he'd said she was pretty.

Alicia smiled seductively at Kenneth.  "Shall we dance again?"  She could get a boyfriend too.

Kenneth blushed and smiled back.  "If you want to."

They moved back onto the floor and Alicia pulled him much closer to her than she did before.  She tried to imitate Angelina's way of dancing, rubbing herself up against Kenneth's chest and massaging his back through his dress robes.

"Wow, you must have really liked the punch!" remarked Kenneth as he enthusiastically tried to match her movements.

Alicia shoved her feelings of wrongness aside as she continued to encourage Kenneth.  Alicia could see Fred and Angelina as they took each others hands and headed for the door.  Jealousy stabbed through her and she tried to reject it in the only way she could think of.  She raised her hands to Kenneth's mottled cheeks, stretched up on her toes, and kissed him full on the lips.

It felt so wrong, but Alicia didn't care.  Kenneth didn't seem to feel the wrongness, because he was sticking his tongue in her mouth with gusto.  Alicia shut her mind down, as if she were really somewhere else as she responded with much more passion than she really felt. 

"We could go back to my room," panted Kenneth.  "It's much more private there."

Alicia felt herself nodding and taking his hand as they, too, left the Great Hall.  See, Alicia, you can get a boyfriend too.

Summer 1996

Portree, Isle of Skye, Scotland

"Everyone, gather around and meet our new Chaser, Alicia Spinnet!"  Alicia smiled nervously as the Prides' coach, Silas Wilson, introduced her to the rest of the team.  "Alicia, this is our seeker, Bradford Green.  Our beaters, here, are Kevin Trout and Jill Hollister.  Your fellow chasers, Kimberly Puck and Walter Dubevic.  And last but certainly not least, our team captain and keeper, Meghan McCormack."

Alicia shook everyone's hand in turn.  They seemed a friendly bunch.  When the coach introduced the keeper, however, Alicia nearly did a double-take.  Meghan McCormack was one of the most beautiful women Alicia had ever seen.  She had flowing, pale blonde hair and a pale, delicate face with sparkling blue eyes and a dainty little mouth.   So pale was she that Alicia thought she looked more like a model out of Witch Weekly than like an athlete who spends her days in the sun.  Alicia hoped her staring wasn't too obvious as she greeted, "Nice to meet you."

McCormack held her gaze firmly as they shook hands.  "The pleasure is all mine."

The stare made Alicia feel uncomfortable for reasons she didn't fully understand.  Luckily, she was granted a reprieve as the coach spoke again.  "Well, now that that's done, let's get to work!" 

--

There was just something about McCormack. Alicia had trouble tearing her eyes away from her.  In the week since she'd arrived, the problem had only grown worse.  If that weren't embarrassing enough, Alicia was certain that McCormack had caught her staring several times.  But the more she tried to ignore McCormack, the less successful she was at doing so.

Why do I let her have this effect on me? Alicia asked herself as she was showering after practice.  I don't want to be gay. 

In the years following her disastrous one-night encounter with Kenneth, Alicia had tried several times to have a 'normal' relationship.  One with a boy.  It had never worked out.  Sometimes she had managed to repress the feelings of disgust that the touch of a boy elicited, but other times it had been all Alicia could do not to push them away in repulsion.  Eventually, she'd given up, deciding that love was not for her.  She'd finally admitted to herself that who she really wanted was Angelina.  But it wasn't going to happen.  Angelina was clearly totally normal in that way and very much in love with Fred Weasley.  Besides, Angelina had gone off to Germany after graduation to play for the Heidelberg Harriers. So it was all a moot point.  And being gay was not a good thing.  People would stare and point and make rude comments. It was better to just be alone. 

So why can't I stop thinking about McCormack?  Alicia turned off the faucet and began toweling herself off.  When she was dry, she stepped out of the shower and saw McCormack, leaning casually against the wall, waiting for her.

"Hello, Spinnet," the blonde drawled casually. "I'm having a bit of a soiree this evening at my place, and I'd like for you to be there."

Alicia was confused; McCormack had never spoken to her outside of practice before.  She'd thought that maybe that was because McCormack had noticed her staring and was trying to pretend she didn't exist.  Apparently not.  Alicia didn't know how she should respond, however.  She was bound to make a fool of herself if she spent too much time in McCormack's presence, but if a lot of other people were going to the party maybe she wouldn't have to much time talking to her anyway.

She decided to buy herself a little time.  "What's the occasion?"

"Does one need an occasion to party?" McCormack retorted.

"No, I suppose not," conceded Alicia.  "Lots of people coming?"

"Oh, loads of people."  Why did it feel as if McCormack was staring her down?

She wanted to refuse, yet didn't want to be rude.  She wanted to go, yet feared for her sanity.  "All right, McCormack, I'll come.  When and where?"

"Oh, splendid," McCormack's face broke into a shining smile.  "I'll leave my direction in your box.  Come at ten.  Dress smart.  Oh, and call me Meggie."

With that, the keeper was off before Alicia could say another word.

--

When she arrived that evening outside McCormack's house, Alicia's first thought was that it seemed awfully quiet for a large party.  Wondering if perhaps Meggie had cast a silencing charm to avoid disturbing the neighbors, Alicia rang the bell.

After just a moment, the door opened.  Meggie stood before her wearing a gorgeous blue silk dress that barely covered her top and barely extended to the top of her knees.  Alicia gulped, certain that coming had been a bad idea.

"Welcome, do come in.  Please, let me take your coat."  Meggie was the picture of a gracious host.

Alicia reluctantly shrugged off her jacket and handed it to the other woman.  "Thank you."

After hanging the coat on a stand that was curiously devoid of other garments, Meggie motioned for Alicia to follow her.  They arrived in a dimly lit sitting room, with a bottle of wine and two goblets on the coffee table.

"Where is everyone?"  Alicia asked suspiciously.  She had deliberately arrived a little bit tardy to avoid being the first one there.

"Oh, inexplicably delayed, I'm afraid.  But pay it no mind.  Please, make yourself comfortable."  Meggie poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Alicia.

Alicia accepted the glass and sat down on the sofa.  She soon realized her tactical error as Meggie moved around the table to sit beside her.  Too close.  I should have taken the chair.

"So, how are you enjoying our team so far?  You've been looking very well from my point of view."

"Thanks."  Alicia took another sip.  She knew that the older woman meant that her playing looked good, but her own feelings led her to hear the statement in a less innocent way.  "I try."

"I'd say you succeed.  Coach Wilson definitely made the right choice.  I'm glad he brought you here to play with us."  Meggie's eyes never left her own. 

Alicia blushed and thanked her, then looked away.  It was too hard to resist the temptation to stare at the other woman's perfect lips.

"So, tell me about yourself.  I want to know all there is to know about Alicia Spinnet." 

Alicia was struck by the dichotomy of Meggie's appearance and her manner.  Meggie looked as if she would be a quiet, passive, doll of a woman but her words and demeanor were definitely assertive.  How on Earth did one answer a question like that?  "What do you want to know?"

Meggie brushed her bangs from where they'd fallen on her face and leaned, cheek in hand, against the back of the sofa.  "Well, let's start with your love life.  Do you have any boyfriends?"

"No," Alicia shook her head, and then took another sip of wine.

"No?  Well, how about girlfriends then?"

If Alicia hadn't just swallowed she knew she surely would have choked on her wine.  "What?  No!"  She felt her face heat up.  Maybe Meggie had noticed her staring.

"That's good," replied Meggie with a smile.  "I prefer to keep competition limited to the Quidditch pitch."

"You... what are you talking about?"  Competition?

Meggie was sliding closer to her on the couch.  "I don't like to share."

"Wait a minute, you've got the wrong idea!"  Alicia's heart began to pound in alarm.  Meggie was putting the moves on her?  I'm not ready for this!

"I don't think so, love.  You've been sizing me up since the day you arrived.  No, don't bother to deny it.  I'm not upset, I'm really quite flattered.  I was watching you, too, you see."  Even closer.

Alicia scooted backwards to increase the distance between them, all the while trying to process the older woman's words.  "You were?"

"Of course.  You're a lovely woman, Alicia.  You have beautiful, shiny hair.  Firm, perky breasts.  And the sexiest arse I've seen in years.  You shouldn't sell yourself short." Meggie inched nearer still.

"I'm not, I mean..."  Alicia let the words sink in.  "You fancy women?"

Meggie laughed and shook her head like this was the most obvious thing in the world.  "Of course!  You didn't know?  It's common knowledge, I figured someone would have let on by now."

"No, I had no idea."  Thoughts swirled through Alicia's mind.  "And you like me?"

"I did just say that, yes."

"Oh."  Alicia stood suddenly, needing some air.  She paced the room under Meggie's amused gaze as she tried to reconcile this situation.  It had never occurred to her that she might actually meet an appealing woman who was also attracted to her.  Especially not one so damned gorgeous.  Or so wildly forward! 

"So everyone knows you prefer women," she repeated.  "They don't mock you, or shun you?  Or keep their children away from you for fear you'll 'convert' them?"

Meggie's eyes widened in understanding.  "You've never done this before, have you?"

Alicia shook her head.

"Come on, sit down and we'll talk.  I won't attack, I promise."  Meggie's tone had become more clinical, almost maternal, so Alicia sat back down.

"I was about seventeen when I finally accepted that men just weren't for me.  I tried, really I tried, to find a man who I could really respond to.  But it never happened.  Instead, I found myself lusting after my girlfriends.  Oh, not all of them, of course, just a couple.  I had it really bad.  And I felt dirty and disgusting and wrong because that's what society said it was."  Meggie took a sip of her wine and continued.  "It wasn't until one of the boys at school convinced me to be with both him and another girl together that I accepted the fact that I fancied women.  As soon as I kissed her, I could tell the difference.  And I didn't even really like the girl, ironically enough.  But if you're like us, kissing any girl beats kissing the best of the boys, hands down.  It's like a straight girl would say if they had to kiss a girl."

"It took me awhile after that to admit to my friends that I was a lesbian.  And yes, some of my friends couldn't handle it.  They weren't my true friends.  The rest accepted it for what it was, just another facet of my personality.  When I came out to my family, my parents accepted it surprisingly well.  My big brother, not so much, but I think that was more a matter of him not wanting to accept I had a sexuality at all than that it was a queer one." 

Meggie sighed.  "As for the rest of the world, it varies.  I would be lying if I told you that no one ever treats me different because of who I choose to sleep with, but for the most part it doesn't affect my daily life.  The Quidditch world is very tolerant, most athletes shag their groupies like bunnies so it would be a bit hypocritical for them to complain that I shag members of my own gender.  And now, at my age, I have more trouble from people saying I should be retired and having babies than anything else."

"But what it comes down to is this - I am a lesbian.  I have two choices.  I can either deny that fact to live a miserable, lonely, frustrated existence, or I can take the occasional stares of closed-minded people to live a normal, happy, emotionally-fulfilling life.  I chose the latter, and I haven't regretted it for an instant."  Meggie's eyes caught Alicia's own as she leaned in towards her.  "Only you can choose for yourself, of course.  But if you'll let me, I want to show you what it can be like." 

Alicia could only nod slightly.  She didn't want to be alone and miserable.  Kissing any girl beats kissing the best of the boys.   Being with men really had been dreadful.  Alicia wanted something more.  Meggie's lips were moving toward hers, slightly parting as they approached.  She closed her eyes and leaned in to meet Meggie halfway.

Oh, god, thought Alicia as a jolt shot through her at the contact.  I thought that only happened in books!  Meggie's tongue was lightly stroking her lower lip, seeking entry, and Alicia found her own lips opening in response.  Their tongues met, grazing each other lightly before Alicia's was sucked gently into Meggie's mouth.  She moaned and shifted on the sofa so she could lean in closer still.

One of Meggie's arms came around her, pulling her tight.  Their hips rested side to side, their torsos turned to one another, Alicia's breasts against Meggie's in a kiss of their own.  The sensation was overwhelming.

The older woman's free hand stroked Alicia's thigh as they slowly, deeply kissed, then sidled lazily up her thigh, along her side, across the side of her breast, and back down.  The heat rising between her legs was like she'd never felt before, certainly never with a boy.  Meggie leaned back from the kiss, asking, "Is it good?"

"It's fucking amazing," groaned Alicia before sucking the blonde's lower lip into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue.  With a boldness that would have surprised her had she the mental capacity to think about it right then, Alicia turned so that her breast fell under Meggie's wandering hand.  She moaned into the other woman's mouth, "Touch me!"

Meggie needed no second request.  Alicia felt her working the buttons on her top and the fastening of her bra.  How convenient this one clips in front!  She thought she'd nearly jump out of her skin at the first feel of fingers against her breast.  Meggie's mouth trailed kisses down her jaw and neck, occasionally nipping ever so slightly.  Alicia whimpered as Meggie’s thumb slowly, lazily, traced circles around an exposed nipple.  She watched, entranced, as Meggie leaned back, bringing her index finger to her lips, and then to Alicia’s own.  Alicia took the hint, sucking it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it in a kinky imitation fellatio.

Alicia’s disappointment when Meggie retracted her finger turned to a gasp as it was soon squeezing gently on her nipple, rotating back and forth slightly.    Meggie blew softly on the wet trail, and the tips hardened at the instant chill.  Alicia, arched her back, straining for more, then felt her cunt clench in pleasurable agony as Meggie gently sucked the nipple into her warm mouth.  She knows just what I want.

She felt each suckle and lave down below, and she parted her legs as Meggie's hand slowly traveled between her thighs.  Her groans became whimpers as Meggie's fingers smoothly massaged her upper thigh, inching slowly toward her cunt, only to move back down again.  It was a beautiful frustration.  Alicia’s hands weaved through Meggie’s hair, pulling her close, leading her to suck harder and to please, finally, touch her clit.

And then, there it was, the lightest of brushes.  Just her thumb.  Alicia’s hips strained against it, trying to increase the friction.  Then a finger joined her thumb, rubbing it gently through the cotton.  Alicia’s whimpers became sobs as the pressure built inside her, her back almost aching from arching so hard.

She felt one of Meggie’s fingers snake under the elastic waistband of her knickers, gently tugging it down and over her bottom, which was already raised off the couch from straining.  Meggie dragged the panties down just a few inches, but that was sufficient.  Alicia watched Meggie’s head move as she licked her way to her other breast.  Meggie’s eyes lifted to look into Alicia’s own as she took that peak into her mouth.  Her fingers touched Alicia again, this time unrestricted by fabric.  They slid deftly across the folds, making circles around her clit.  The sobs became cries.

Meggie’s stroking became faster, her tongue lapping against Alicia’s nipple as she dipped one finger, then two, deep inside her, all the while strumming her clit with her thumb.  It was almost like fucking, but a thousand times better, building up the most amazing tension within her.   Just when Alicia thought it was too much, Meggie would slow down, and the long languorous movements of her fingers and thumb would drive her response in a different way.  Alicia’s cries grew louder.

The air felt cold against her nipple when Meggie lowered her head, dragging her tongue down her stomach towards the area between her legs.  Alicia leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs further.  She didn’t dare hope that she knew what was coming next, but she did.  If the thumb on her clit was amazing with its rough tension, the hot velvety smoothness of Meggie’s tongue was simply divine.  It covered her whole clit at once, massaging it back and forth, still in rhythm with the fingers that penetrated her.  Meggie’s lips closed around the bud to suck it gently into her mouth, and she began to hum.  Alicia didn’t recognize the tune but the reverberations licked at her faster than a tongue alone ever could.  The tension inside Alicia in a wave far more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced alone.  “Oh fuck,” she cried out as she came, her hands holding Meggie’s head, her legs trembling as the pleasure diffused down through her thighs to her calves and toes.  

To hell with what anyone thinks, she thought as she came back down to earth.  This is how it was meant to be.

Author's Note:  Notes: Written for the sapphic_hp community fic exchange.

The request: Any combination of Angelina, Alicia and Katie.
(Pairing, not threesome - you pick which two characters). It's years later, the girls are all playing professional quidditch now, and reminiscing about school. Any rating.

Thanks to the folks at the realreview LJ community for their comments and to hornfroggie for helping with the smut.

The character of Meghan McCormack is based on one I used to play at the Marauders' RPG.