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So far, the day had gone smoothly. Lily and he had worked out a schedule for the girl they fostered for the week, Natalie, he had gotten to know her a bit; and now he was at Hogwarts for the Annual Alumni Quidditch Game. It was odd, really. He hadn’t even been out of school for two years yet (the two year mark being June), yet he felt like he hadn’t stomped these grounds in at least triple that. He wondered how it’d feel to come back when he was forty. He felt like he didn’t even have the right to be nostalgic at the fact that it had been so little time.

He made it passed security, registration, got all the needed information: practice timing, game timing, and his identification card which included the position he was going to play. Which he was glad was Chaser, considering he didn’t have the build for Seeker like he did when he was a first and second year; (which while most didn’t know: was a big deal. Seekers had to be quick, and most players played with the same broom, so to get some extra speed on your opponents, you had to weigh less than them to make it easier for the broom to carry you).

Now, here he was: walking on the pitch.

Maybe he wasn’t young enough for nostalgia. Hell, it felt like he was a first year, walking on the pitch for the first time. He raised his hands to rest on the back of his head, a grin splitting out on his face with anticipation for the day to come. Sure, he had known of the Alumni Quidditch game for a little over a week, but it just now sunk in that he was going to be playing Quidditch with some of his old team-mates, and a few older people (who he didn’t get to play on the team with during Hogwarts, but had of course heard they were brilliant players).

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a ruckus going on in the Slytherin stands. He recognized a few his years attending Hogwarts. He hadn’t spoken to them (for obvious reasons) since well before graduation, which sparked the urge to make himself known to the gents. He pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shot his infamous Potter-smirk up at the stands, and if anyone knew James well enough, they’d know that the look in his eye meant trouble.

If only Sirius was here to help devise a plan. He assumed the man would make a stop by later in the day (or more he hoped), but for now he’d need a new partner in crimes. His eyes searched through the small crowd of players until they landed on whom else but Fabian Prewett. It was perfect, he was known as one of the pranksters before the Marauders got to school and took the title over due to the Prewett graduating. Plus, he was a retired-Gryffindor. James was positive the boy wouldn’t pass up a chance to prank some of (he assumed) his old classmates that mixed with the small part of the crowd that James himself knew.