The day had started normally at the Gryffindor common room. First years were leaving their dorms with sleepy, yet smiley, faces; Second and third years were already rushing through the hole in the wall, running in packs towards the great hall. Most of the older students were still sleeping, or had spent the night finishing their homework assignments.

Skye was no exception. She was a month into her fifth year in Hogwarts and already falling behind on all of her classes. She didn't blame herself, though. Being a muggleborn, she was used to relying on technology from a young age. Even though the only computer at the orphanage where she grew up had to be shared by all the kids there, she always found a way to have a bit more time. Therefore, sitting at the library and searching through books was definitely too hard and boring for her.

"Fuck this…" She muttered to herself, tossing her unfinished Potions essay into her bag. She ran to her dorm and changed into cleaner robes before going to the great hall. A group of girls were chatting in a bed, but as Skye entered they all stopped. Not having a wizard family background wasn't really troubling in Gryffindor, but she wasn't the type to easily make friends, and so she had never talked much with anyone during the past five years.

The only person she could manage to think of as a friend was her Muggle Studies professor, Phillip Coulson. They had met on her first ever train ride, when she was eleven. He invited her to sit with him and even bought her some chocolate frogs from the food trolley. They talked about things in the muggle world, which made Skye feel like she still had a bit of home with her…Well, if she ever had a home. He only became her teacher on her third year, but still, he had cared for her during all her time at school so far and would even ask for the kitchen elves to make pizza, and then invite her to watch a movie on the tv/dvd set he used for his classes. Even though Skye never found a true friend her age, she was always very grateful and happy with Professor Coulson's presence.

"Hey, you have mail!" Leo said, as Jemma sat across from him at the Ravenclaw table. "It's from your mom."

"Oh, great…they always have lovely things to say. Let's see it." She opened the envelope to find a typed letter. "Dear Jemma," she started reading, "Your father and I are thrilled that you're starting a new year at Hogwarts. We're so sorry we could not return from vacation in time to send you off at the station, but we would like to remind you about the Quidditch team try outs. We hope you understand our family tradition and I am sure you'll get on the team this time. Love, mom. Great, another letter about quidditch."

"Have you ever tried telling them you don't like it? I mean, you're an amazing student, and we're taking our O.W.L.s this year, so you really can't worry about getting or not in that team."

"Fitz, everyone is my family has played on that team ever since my great grand father came to Hogwarts. It's not that simple. Specially now that my brother is the keeper for the Chudley Cannons, the name Simmons is even more associated with this bloody game than ever!"

"Wait, your brother is a professional quidditch player?" Fitz laughed. "Your family is worse than I thought!"

"Shut up and eat your breakfast, Fitz"

The end of breakfast time was the best for Skye, not only at Hogwarts, but also at the orphanage where she grew up. It meant less people around and more quietness. There were only a few people at the Gryffindor table and two kids at Ravenclaw's, but the coffee was still hot and there was always enough bread and eggs. She was always glad that wizard food was pretty much the same as muggle food. It was one less thing to get used to.

"Well, let's give another shot on the Potions essay" Skye thought to herself, laying her backpack on the bench beside her. She started to write when a hand fell on her shoulder.

"Hey, Skye. I'm not sure if anyone told you, but I've scheduled the try-outs for tomorrow, so, I guess you should come and help me choose some new players. We lost half our team for graduation this year." Trip was a sixth year student and the new quidditch captain for the Gryffindor team. Despite her origins, Skye had shown great abilities with a broom, and after some lessons from Professor Coulson during her first winter at Hogwarts, she joined the team as a substitute seeker and became a main player the following year.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there."

"Great! I think I'll really need some help this time." He laughed.

Trip was one of the few students Skye had any contact with, since they had joined the team on the same year and the new players always have extra training together.

He was older, so they didn't have the same classes, but he was nice enough to help her with some homework if he had the time. He was also the former owner of her one and only Cleansweep Five. He got a Nimbus 2000 as a gift for making the team, so he handed his old broomstick down to Skye.

"And, Skye" Trip said walking away "Our first game is against Slytherin…Be ready."