Tony was sitting in the Common Room, cleaning his broom. He was thinking about Cara. No doubt, she was a good Quiddich player, and he was glad she made the team, but oh, how he wished he could play again!

Cara came through the portrait.

"Hey Tony." She flopped down next to him. "Whew, Tommy went through all kinds of plays, but I really don't think I get any. Good thing too. Those poor Chasers. To think I almost was one!"

Tony laughed.

"Yea...ya know, I was a Chaser once."

Cara sat up.

"Really?"

"Yea. I played Backyard Quiddich. It's not really like the International League, so it wasn't really that important. Anyway, one of the games, and a bludger was hit too hard. It broke my leg, and I had to get major surgery. That's why I don't play anymore. It's no big deal. Lot's of kids get injured during Backyard Quiddich."

Cara offered to clean the broom, and Tony handed it over. She started to trim the tail.

"So...why do you still have the broom?"

"Well, I guess it reminded me of old times...like it really was old times. I was only like, eight. But it's a good broom, and I don't mind you using it for Quiddich."

Cara grinned. She held it up.

"Well, it looks much better now." She was interrupted by a knock at the window. Tony went over. Leper flew in and ruffled his feathers importantly.

"Oh Leper, stop it. It's from Mom and Dad." Cara took the letter from Leper, who flew around the room, hooting. Tony took Leper and put him on his shoulder.

Cara opened the letter.

Dear Cara,

Congratulations! Mom and I are so proud of you! I'm glad you have a good broom. Did you thank Tony for letting you use it? Don't worry, I'm sure you did. Tell me when your first game is, and mom and I will try to get there.

Love,

Dad

Cara looked up.

"Dad had a Nimbus two thousand and one. I remember now. Your-"

"Our," Tony corrected.

"-our-broom, is so much better!"

Tony looked at the letter.

"When is our first game?"

Cara looked at the schedule.

"It's in two weeks. I'd better tell dad." Cara grabbed a fresh piece of parchment. Bending over to write, she thought for a second.

Dear Dad,

Our first games in two weeks. That's December 4. Hope to see you there.

Love,

Cara

Cara took Leper off Tony's shoulder. Tying the parchment to his leg, she took Leper to the window. Leper gave one last hoot, and flew off. Cara turned to Tony.

"When's dinner?"

Tony looked at his watch, frowning.

"Umm....now." Tony held the portrait open for Cara, and together they walked to dinner.

OK, that's the posties! Nicole, Taylor, Kit, and Chels, I <3 you all!

Katie