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Post by Harry Potter on May 23, 2006 5:25:09 GMT 10
Harry Potter was walking down to the Quidditch Pitch. He had just gathered a team that he thought, was good. If they all played just as well as they did in the practises, then everything was going to be just fine. He went into the boy's changing room, got dressed into his Quidditch clothes, and went back out with his Firebolt. They were now going to have their first practise.
The weather seems good. He thought.
It was a sunny day, with almost no wind at all. He walked in to the middle of the pitch, waiting for the rest to appear. Ron and Hermione were problably going to be there, too, or at least he wanted them to be there.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 16, 2006 10:14:06 GMT 10
With the sturdy broom that had once belonged to Charlie Weasley in hand, Ginny walked out to meet the lone Gryffindor captain on the feild, her hand shielding her eyes slightly from the bright sun above. The conditions in the stadium were picture perfect: bright green springy grass below a large expanse of blue above, with only the stray puffy white cloud here and there to interupt its azure coverage.
"I think the team's gone lazy ..." She had to have been at least five minutes late already since she had been finishing a History of Magic scroll for Binns. She had been in such a hurry that she hadn't even bothered to tie back her long red hair like she usually would've and now it fluttered behind her slightly as she walked, matching nicely the red-and-gold robes that she had thrown on haphazardly minutes ago. Reaching him, she stops and stares around at the empty stadium.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jun 16, 2006 23:29:53 GMT 10
Harry laughed at her. They were all supposed to be there by now, but only the Seeker and one Chaser had arrived. That was two out of seven.
"I dunno' about the others." He replied. "But I know for sure, that Ron hasn't been very eager to get back playing, since he and Hermione started going out." He shrugged, while sighing. "He hardly thinks of anything else these days."
When he had said the thing, about his two friends dating, he began to think about how it had been between Ginny and him once. That was before Buffy, before sorrows...
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 17, 2006 9:35:39 GMT 10
"Yeah ... well, they are in love ..." She drifts off, her mind wandering slightly to other times.
Shaking her head, she stops herself from going there. That was a long time ago, and now was ... now. Different. Clearing her throat akwardly, she shrugs. "If he doesn't show up I'll get Hermione to nag him about it - that should do the trick." She laughed, knowing her joking words were probably, in actuality, quite true.
Switching the broom into her other hand, she looks up into the empty air of the pitch, before back down at the dark-haired Seeker. "Well how about it? We could start some basic practice until the others show up - I bet you're itching to get up there, after a long summer with the muggles."
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Post by Harry Potter on Jun 17, 2006 20:14:01 GMT 10
Harry grinned. Yes, they were in love, there was no doubt about that. Perhaps, it was because they had been surpressing their feelings for so long, or something like that, that made them not being able to keep themselves away from eachother. He thought about how it would be, to fly again. He had really missed it. It was the best feeling on earth, and Ginny knew that vert well. There seemed to be a slight feeling of awkwardness between them, but Harry mentally shrugged the thougth of him. Their time was probably over.
"Sure." He answered her happily. "We can grab the Quaffle, and both play Chasers for a while..."
He wasn't sure how he was going to turn out in a Chaser position, but went to find the trunk with the balls anyway.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 18, 2006 16:17:32 GMT 10
While he was gone, she stood for awhile, mulling things over. Harry hadn't acted weird - so why did she feel weird? Ginny you're an idiot. Just play some Quidditch. She nodded inwardly, breathing in them out. This was normal, right here. She wasn't going to ruin one of her favorite places because she was obviously having some hormonal imbalance problems right now.
By the time he returned with the crate she had returned to her normally cheery and normal self. She hoped.
Crouching down, she unlatched the clasps on it and took out the shiny red ball. Smiling with a teasing glint in her eyes, she speaks with a serious tone. "You might want to take a few warm-up shots up there, Harry. I've been practicing all summer, and it might not be a really fair square-off ..."
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Post by Harry Potter on Jun 18, 2006 20:14:10 GMT 10
Harry found the crate, and took the Quaffle out of it. He looked at the Snitch for a while, before turning away. He missed playing a Seeker, and hadn't been able to practise at all since last term. It would be kind of odd if he would fly around in his aunt's and uncle's house. Harry chuckled by the thought of it, as he returned to Ginny.
"I think I can take you." He smirked. "After all, I've got my friend right here." He gestured towards his Firebolt.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 19, 2006 17:02:07 GMT 10
"Oh ..." She watches him gesture towards the shiny Firebolt and changes her expression to that of mock fright, before laughing, and putting on her best philosophical expression, much like that of old Mr. Ollivander from Diagon Alley. "Well, Mr. Potter, let us not forget, it is not the broom that makes the flyer, but the one flying the broom ... " She nods wisely at her own words, before lowering her broom and hopping on, abandoning the impression with a giggle. "Raise you to the goal hoops over there, Potter!" With that she shot off into the air, on her old but dependable broom, with her long mane of bright red hair whipping behind her like a flaming beacon.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jun 19, 2006 21:37:40 GMT 10
Harry smirked, but Ginny's words were true. You had to be skilled in flying, if you wanted to do good at Quidditch. That was something Malfoy had gotten completely wrong. He was one of those people, who though it was all about the brooms. They did matter, too, but not nearly as much. Ginny had already started, and Harry wasn't far behind. He jumped on his broom, and kicked off. It didn't take long for him to fly ahead of her and soon he had reached the three Goal Hoops.
"What a great feeling." He felt like joking. "To win a race."
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 20, 2006 10:09:25 GMT 10
Ginny caught up in a few seconds, going through the middle goal and looping it sharply, loving the feeling filling her. The little apply orchard they had back home was perfect for little matches ... but the little muggle village that was easily visible over the treetops made it not he ideal place for shooting up and up as far as you wanted to go, and just keep going. Here ... well, there was nothing to hold you in, no boundaries whatsoever.
Turning, she flies over to him at a slower pace, and comes to a hovering stop in midair, the red Quaffle still in her arms. "I so let you win ..." She grinned at him, tossing the quaffle up and catching it again. "So how're we going to do this?" She looked at him for guidance - he was their Quidditch captain anyway.
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