Post by ginny weasley on Oct 17, 2010 13:01:38 GMT -5
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Ginny Weasley's long mane of scarlet hair was tossed hopelessly over her shoulder. She calmly walked along the edge of the pitch, her broom in one hand- an old Comet 260- and her other fist clenched around a piece of parchment, roughly folded as if in haste. Her lean figure was clothed loosly by her Quidditch uniform, an ugly shade of burgundy with a golden lion emblazoned on the front. She was a Gryffindor chaser, and she was determined to practice her skills.
A hesitant glance over her shoulder and a rough opening of the old parchment announced that she was reading from the sheet her hand had been closed around. It was a regular piece of parchment, something for homework or taking notes in class. Written on it in scribbled letters were the different maneuvers, chaser and seeker alike, and hurried descriptions of different Quidditch plays. She prayed no one would see her right now, leaning like a madman over a scrap that described both her and Harry's most advanced techniques. She had filled in as seeker for him the year before, while he was in detention with Umbridge, and studying up on being a seeker was the least she could do for the team if she had to replace him again.
Her ginger hair blew lightly in the breeze as she tossed her head back up, crumpling the parchment in her left fist as she stuffed it in to a pocked sewn inside her Quidditch uniform. She hastily mounted her broom and kicked off, eager to fly. The air rushing against her pale skin was refreshing, and her fiery locks blew behind her like the tail behind a comet. Ginny couldn't withhold a grin as she circled the pitch several times, getting used to the chilly weather, and then started to work on the maneuvers she had just read over. Up-left-drop-pull up. The routine was foreign to her; much of it was copied from books and games she'd watched recently. It was moves like these that could not only keep her ready for the matches coming up, but maybe even catch Harry Potter's eye. It was difficult for Ginny to admit, but she had a strong crush on the Boy who Lived- whether Ron liked it or not.
The pitch was soon far below her as she rose on the broom, climbing higher and higher above Hogwarts until she had surpassed even the astronomy tower in height. Ginny's eyes widened and her pupils dilated as she stared at the sky above her- cloudy and musky with rain, though she didn't really care. A nice rain would've cooled her off- the Quidditch uniforms could be quite warm, even on chilled days like this. Not remembering the peace of parchment in her hand, Ginny let it flutter to the ground below her like a butterfly taking wing. She barely noticed it was gone- the world was just her and the sky, and maybe an image of Harry flying beside her, though she doubted her brothers would like that very much. Who was to say Harry would even enjoy being with her? There was no one to say he did or did not like her- though it was obvious that he'd always thought of her as Ron's little sister, or at least he had when they met years before.
Shaking off the annoyance of the memories, Ginny let herself dive lower, the air becoming thicker around her, as she darted around the Quidditch pitch.
NOTES: nothing :3
WORDS: 5 8 3
MUSE: good... too good xD
CREDIT: NOTHING_PERSONAL@CAUTION 2.0
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