It was the beginning of the year, the first game of the year was coming up, and with Gryffindor participating in the quidditch match, James was of course back to that state, waking up early, booking the quidditch field for training, after all James was very competitive when it came to quidditch.

For the last week or so, he’d booked the quidditch field for the Gryffindor quidditch team, being the Gryffindor captain he was determined to make sure the team won, with his friend, and co-captain, Marlene working along side him, perfecting everyone’s training.

Though everyone expected James to do as such, despite knowing they were good at quidditch already he always liked to make sure that everyone’s skills were on point and that they were ready and freshened up before the actual match.

It was the day before the match, and James had just left the great hall with the rest of the marauders, Sirius, Remus and Peter. James, as usual was rather confident in winning, as he was commenting on all the training he’d done for the game, as he was walking with his arms slung around his friends whilst he babbled on about the game.

“We’ll win, by a landslide that is” James commented, his tone cocky and oozing with his usual air of confidence when it came to quidditch, or well anything really, which was expected after all.