Albus pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head. “They’re fine with the fact that I’m not an American, so long as I don’t want to play Clutch or take part in the Morning Calisthenics Preparedness Corps or join their precious Salem-Dirgus Free Militia. Not that I want to do any of those things, mind you, but still, it gets a little old being constantly reminded that I’m shut out, whether I want in or not.”
“What’s old Stonewall say about it?” Zane asked, hefting his backpack against the icy wind.
“Oh, he talks a big game about how Werewolf House, like America in general, is the great melting pot, ‘welcoming all into the arms of liberty, vigilance, and civil service’, but the students are another cauldron of newts entirely. I suppose if I pressed the issue with Jackson, he’d make sure I got into whatever club or team I wanted, but then I’d just have to live with the Werewolves who’d tried to freeze me out to begin with. It’s easier just to lay low and wait to get back home to Slytherin.”
“Blimey,” Ralph commented. “After your performance on the clock tower during the flag switch escapade, I’d have thought you’d be the Werewolves’ golden boy.”
“Yeah,” Albus agreed sourly. “That impressed them all right. They said I showed a lot of promise ‘for a Cornelius’.”
“Hmm,” James nodded, reticent to say anything more. Some small, petty part of him was meanly glad that Albus was having difficulties with his house. Serves him right for always siding with whatever group seems the most dodgy and evil, he thought. First the Slytherins, and now these daft, nationalistic Werewolf stump-heads. Still, seeing how unhappy Albus apparently was, James’ spite was short-lived.
“Maybe you can come hang out with us at Apollo Mansion,” he offered. “We have a pretty decent game room and Yeats makes a mean pizza, if you can talk him into it.”
“Yeah, that’s just what I want,” Albus replied, rolling his eyes. “To start hanging out with the campus losers’ club. Thanks but no thanks. Werewolf House may be a bunch of narrow-minded grunts, but they excel at house pride. And at least there I can look forward to a Clutchcudgel trophy this year. You guys will be lucky if you get a single win.”
“He’s got you there, James,” Zane agreed unhelpfully. James was too cold to argue the issue and the boys trudged the rest of the way to class in silence.
Within the first week of school, James realized that he had entirely forgotten to ask Lucy about taking him, Ralph, and Zane on a tour of Erebus Castle so that they could try to solve the riddle of Magnussen’s dimensional key.
Zane rolled his eyes as the three boys huddled around a table in the library near the top of the Tower of Art. “It’s easy,” he whispered. “You just ask Lucy to be your date to the Valentine’s dance. Then, she’ll have to say yes when you tack on that you want her to show us around the Vampires’ castle.”
James shook his head. “It’s Lucy,” he said. “I don’t need to trick her or anything. I’ll just ask her. Of course she’ll say yes.”
Zane shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Have it your way. Me, I’d want a little insurance. I hear she was pretty put off by all the touchy-feely that went down between you and Petra over Christmas.”
James’ face heated with mingled embarrassment and surprise. “What? That’s ridiculous! Nothing happened at all!”
Ralph grimaced uncomfortably. “I saw the two of you holding hands in the parlor,” he admitted. “So did Lucy. She pretended not to be bothered by it, but she hid in her room for awhile afterwards.”
It wasn’t like that,” James sighed. “We were just talking. In fact, we were talking about how we’re going to try to clear her name.”
“Seems to me you should have been talking to Lucy about that,” Zane chided. “She’s the one whose go-ahead we need to get into Erebus Castle.”
“Look, Lucy isn’t Cheshire Chatterly and I’m not you,” James said, throwing a look at Zane. “I can’t trick her like that.”
“There weren’t any tricks involved with me and Cheshire,” Zane replied a bit defensively. “I got us the key to the Archive and Cheshire got to dance with me at the Halloween Ball. It was a win-win for everyone.”
James crossed his arms on the library table and rested his chin on them. “It’s different for you. Cheshire wasn’t… sweet on you to begin with.”
Zane frowned thoughtfully. “She was afterwards,” he replied with a shrug.
“Maybe Ralph can do it,” James offered, sitting up again. “How could anyone say no to that face?”
Ralph glanced from Zane to James, his brow knitted.
Zane shook his head. “It’s your ballgame, James. Unless you know any real-life vampires, Lucy’s our only in. Do it however you want, but you’d better do it quick-like. That Keynes guy won’t take forever to make his judgment about Petra.”
James knew that Zane was right. He also knew that they were probably making a much bigger deal out of the task than it deserved. Lucy was his cousin, after all. Still, her apparent infatuation with him tended to complicate matters in ways he couldn’t predict. To be safe, he determined he would ask her after the next Clutchcudgel match. Team Bigfoot was scheduled to face off against Vampire House again and the odds were that despite James’ best efforts, the Vamps would win handily. This would put Lucy in a good mood, rendering her more receptive to James’ request. Having decided this, James dismissed the matter for the time being.
Friday evening rolled around and James made his way to Pepperpock Down. There, he suited up in his Clutchcudgel gear alongside Jazmine, Gobbins, Wentworth, and the rest of Team Bigfoot.
“Nice new gauntlets,” Jazmine said appreciatively. “Christmas present?”
James nodded proudly. “Yeah, from my dad.”
“All I got was a bunch of hair potions and a box set of Remora’s awful novels,” Jazmine said, frowning. “My mother is just crazy about them. She was hoping that I’d end up in Vampire House, or even Pixie. She says Bigfoot isn’t very ‘Veela-like’.”
James didn’t know how to respond to that. “One of my aunts is part-Veela,” he ventured. “For what it’s worth, I prefer you to her most days.”
Jazmine smiled at him as she strapped on her shin pads.
“Let’s go, team,” Wood called from partway up the gantry stairs. “I hope you all wore your long underwear. It’s right frigid up there tonight.”
James grabbed his skrim and followed the team as they tramped up the steps into the windy evening. The sky over the gantries was cloudless, darkening toward sunset with a dusting of stars just beginning to twinkle high above. All around, the parapet grandstands were filled with cheering and jeering students, most waving the red and black banners of Vampire House.
“We’re the goats for tonight’s match,” Wood called over the noise, hunkering in the center of the huddled players. “If the Vampires win tonight, it knocks us clean out of the playoffs and seals their standings. Most of the people here tonight want to see a Werewolf-Vampire championship match, so sentiment is stacked pretty heavily against us. You’ve played excellently this year, team, even though there’s been a lot more offensive magic than I am, frankly, comfortable with. No matter what, we can walk away from tonight’s match with our heads held high. As always, let’s keep it clean out there and do our ruddy best. All right?”
The team rumbled their agreement and piled their hands atop Wood’s outstretched fist for the traditional rallying cry. “GooOO FEET!” they shouted in unison, and then broke apart, lining up along the edge of the platform.
“I don’t know about you,” Norrick muttered to James, “but I don’t plan to let the Vampires have this one without a fight.”
James nodded. “You been practicing up on that Solarflack bit that Wentworth came up with?”
“Spent half my Christmas break on it,” Norrick replied with a grim smile. “In this darkness, it’ll blind anybody who tries to ambush me from the rear and maybe force one or two of them to drop the Clutch if they try to pass me.”
“Nice,” James agreed. “At least we’ve already gotten one tie game under our belts this year, eh? If it hadn’t been for that, I bet half of these people would have stayed home tonight. Now they know that we’ll be making those Vampires work for it.”
In the air between the gantries, Professor Sanuye drifted like a dandelion seed on his official’s broomstick. He blew a sharp blast on his whistle and James saw Jazmine kick off the platform, angling toward the center ring. The rest of the team followed, falling into position.
“Here goes nothing,” Norrick grinned. “Into the breach!”
A moment later, both boys launched from the platform, leaning into the cold wind and squatting low over their skrims.
Sixty seconds later, after a single tense warm-up lap, Sanuye blew a long note on his whistle. James lunged forward on his skrim, launching it into a rocket-like acceleration, and immediately passed two Vampires. He darted through the center ring and, before he knew it, had captured one of the Clutches. He tucked it under his left arm and produced his wand from its sheath.
“Potter!” Gobbins called from behind him. “Two Bullies at twelve o’clock, dropping fast!”
James ducked on his skrim and pulled back, decelerating so quickly that the Clutch tried to squirt from beneath his arm. Almost instantly, two Vampire players dropped out of the darkness ahead of him, colliding with one another and bouncing out of the course. James leapt upwards, pulling his skrim with him, and somersaulted over the Bullies, barely passing through the nearest ring.
Artis Decerto, he thought to himself with a grin. Who’d have thought it’d come in handy on the Clutch course? I’ll have to start teaching that to the team as well.
Still accelerating, James dodged through the course, completing his requisite laps before lobbing the Clutch through the goal ring. As soon as he released the Clutch, however, he jabbed his wand at it.
“Diplicitous!” he cried, and there was a flash of purple. Out of the flash, three Clutches seemed to spin toward the goal instead of one. The Vampire Keeper hesitated for only a moment, and then swatted her Cudgel at the middle of the three balls. The Cudgel passed right through the phantom Clutch, however, allowing the real Clutch to flash through the goal ring behind her. A roar erupted from the crowd as James flew on, his hair whipping in the cold wind, and he couldn’t tell if the spectators were cheering or booing, nor did he care.
By halftime, James was stunned to realize that the Vampires were leading Team Bigfoot by only four points. The Bigfoots were greatly heartened by this fact and entered the second half of the match with a steadfast determination to at least end the game in a tie. It would still result in a technical victory for Vampire House, but at least the Bigfoots could go home feeling that they had achieved a symbolic victory, if nothing else.
It was very hard to keep track of the actual score while the match was in progress since there were, at any given time, three Clutches in play. James glanced up at the scoreboard occasionally and saw that by the fourth quarter, the Bigfoots had, in fact, matched the Vampires almost exactly throughout the second half of the game. The score hovered at forty-six to forty-five, with Team Vampire clinging to a very fragile lead.
“Jazmine has a Clutch!” Norrick called, swooping alongside James. “You make sure she gets to the goal! The rest of us will drop on their Clippers like a ton of bricks, all right?”
“Got it!” James called with a curt nod. He glanced aside and saw Jazmine ducking through the course behind him, her cape flashing orange in the stadium lights. James dropped to one knee on his skrim, grabbing the nose with both hands as the board ground to a halt beneath him. Jazmine circled around and saw him waiting. She nodded her understanding.
“Time to mow the lawn,” James announced, launching to full speed again and moving directly in front of Jazmine. He produced his wand and trained it on the Vampire Bullies ahead. A quick gravity well sucked them both out of the rings, allowing James and Jazmine to soar past without so much as a dip in their course. The rings flashed by and James aimed again, using a Lanyard Charm to twitch the end of another Vampire’s skrim, causing him to lose control and veer out of the rings. James glanced up in time to see that Norrick had succeeded in forcing one of the Vampire Clippers out of the course using his Solarflack Hex. Bursts of stunning light still sparkled in his wake as he pumped his fist triumphantly in the air.
“We’re nearly there, Jazmine!” James called back. “Nail the shot and we might just knot this match!”
James circled around the last length of the figure eight course and prepared to drop out of the way, giving Jazmine room to aim. As he dipped, however, a shadow flickered over the end of his skrim. Glancing up, he saw that the second Vampire Clipper had caught up to Jazmine. The Clipper raised his own Clutch overhead, preparing to shoot for the goal at exactly the same time as Jazmine. Without thinking, James raised his wand once more, calling out his spell at exactly the same moment that both Clippers released their Clutches.
What happened next happened nearly too fast to watch, and yet, in James’ mind, it seemed to take hours. He saw Jazmine’s Clutch arc through the air, tracking alongside the Vampire Clipper’s shot, but Jazmine’s aim was too low; her Clutch was going to miss the goal entirely. James’ Lanyard Charm, however, neatly caught the Vampire’s Clutch. With a flick of his wand, James twitched the opponent’s Clutch downwards, forcing it to dip and then bob up again. The Vampire’s Clutch collided in midair with Jazmine’s, altering its course. A split second later, both Clutches soared through the goal ring, past the two Keepers, who had moved aside in an effort not to accidentally block their own team’s shot.
James rocketed beneath the goal ring into sudden silence. He glanced back, saw Jazmine’s look of stunned disbelief, and then startled as the grandstands exploded into wild, deafening cheers all around.
“We scored a knockpoint!” Jazmine cried in amazement, catching up to James and smacking him on the shoulder. “A knockpoint, James! I can’t even remember the last time that happened!”
“What’s a knockpoint?” James called over the noise of the crowd. The rest of the team was catching up to them now, forming a midair dog-pile all around him.
“You knocked our Clutch against theirs and put them both through the goal!” Jazmine yelled, laughing. “That makes both points ours! We get double the score, James!”
“You mean,” James said, buffeting as the team collapsed around him and Jazmine, “we won?”
“We won!” Norrick hollered, laughing. “Holy hinkypunks! We won!”
The rest of the team joined in the shout, proclaiming their victory and pushing James and Jazmine upwards between them. As one wild, bobbing bunch, the team drifted toward their platform and broke apart on top of it, roaring with triumphant delight.
“And in a shocking, record-breaking upset,” Cheshire Chatterly’s voice cried, echoing from the announcer’s booth, “Team Bigfoot snatches their first victory in nearly twelve years with an amazing game-winning knockpoint goal by the combined efforts of team captain Jazmine Jade and newcomer James Sirius Potter! With that, Team Vampire’s playoffs hopes are put on hold for at least one more match while Team Bigfoot refuses to be bumped out for the season. What a match, folks! What… a… match!”
Out of the darkness of the platform, a figure nearly bowled James over, calling his name. “James! You big genius, you! A knockpoint win! How’d you do that!?”
“Zane!” James laughed, struggling to stay upright. “I don’t know! I didn’t even know what a knockpoint was until it happened! How’d you get up here?”
“Me and Ralph came up ten minutes ago when we thought you were just going to tie the match,” Zane replied excitedly.
“Wood said we could watch the rest of the match from up here,” Ralph added, grinning. “What a party, eh?”
“First victory in over a decade,” Gobbins announced, clapping James heartily on the shoulder pads. “Thanks to our new magic coach, James Potter! Come on, everyone!
Victory party at the Kite and Key in twenty minutes! Let’s see if we still remember how to do it, eh?”
With raucous whoops of delight and a great tramping of feet, Team Bigfoot clambered down the steps to the locker cellar, singing the Bigfoot House anthem and virtually carrying James and Jazmine on their shoulders.
It wasn’t until an hour and a half later that James remembered his intention of asking Lucy about getting a tour of Erebus Castle. He was just leaving the Kite and Key when he spotted her at a table populated by a gaggle of morose-looking Vampire students. He didn’t think anything of it— after all, Vampire students made quite a show of being morose at nearly every moment—until she got up and met him near the door.
“Congratulations, cousin,” she said a little stiffly. “You wanted to talk to me about something?”
“Yeah,” James nodded, remembering that he had asked her to find him after the match. “Er, are you heading back to the castle now? We could walk together.”
Lucy studied him for a moment, and then nodded somberly. James pushed open the back door of the Kite and Key, letting in a gust of wintry air and sand-like snow crystals.
“Er,” he said as the two of them walked into the darkness of the campus, “this is a little awkward. I hadn’t exactly expected to win tonight, you know.”
“You did very well,” Lucy said coolly. “A knockpoint. The Vampires say that that hasn’t happened in forever. They say you just got lucky, but I stuck up for you. I told them you’re very talented in a lot of ways.”
James was glad that they were walking in the darkness. He felt extremely awkward all of a sudden.
“Thanks, Lu,” he said. “I wanted to ask you a favor, like.”
Lucy stopped walking and peered up at him, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What?”
“I—” James began, and then swallowed hard. “Er, I was just thinking. Ralph and Zane and me, we’re really interested in checking out Erebus Castle. We’ve heard some stuff about it and we thought it’d be neat to give it a once over, you know? But according to the house rules, we can’t get in unless we’re accompanied by a Vampire student or a real-life vampire. So, you being in Vampire House and all…”
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