One Saturday a few weeks into last semester, Leah told me to come to her quidditch practice the next morning - it’s fun, I’d like it, it’s good exercise. My first reaction was doubtful. Quidditch? All those Harry Potter nerds throwing some balls at each other with broomsticks between their legs? It sounded ridiculous. I’d never played a sport in high school, anyway. But I stopped myself. Leah was cool, and I was a few weeks into school and still desperate to make friends. Plus, it could be fun, and I was a freshman in college - why shouldn’t I try ridiculous things? I got up in time to make practice the next morning. We were on the Main Green, and, as much as I remove myself from the fandom aspect of the sport, I couldn’t help enjoying myself as I helped Derik unload the tote under Sayles Hall while he explained the rules - it felt a little bit too much like Hogwarts. Once we were playing, it felt magical for a different reason. I’d never understood team sports in high school, but now I did. The scrimmages were exciting, with just the right combination of teamwork, individual skill, and tactical thinking.