The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - will you be a quidditch pro or maybe a prefect? The year is now 2021, and now it's time for the next generation to make their mark. The newest batch of Hogwarts students have entered this historic school and no one knows how their future will turn out - and that is where the fun begins.
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No clouds in the sky, a slight chill in the soft breeze, and the smell of freshly trimmed grass; great conditions for a ‘friendly’ quidditch match. The tall, wooden stands would usually be groaning under the weight of what felt like the entire population of Hogwarts, but since the days events didn’t count towards official house standings, they had some relief. Of course, since the two houses practising against each other were Gryffindor and Slytherin, there were more students watching than other practise matches. The teams weren’t even the official line up, but to lose in even one match would be held over the other team’s heads until the official teams met. Tension could still be felt, but it wasn’t as crushing as official match days, but that atmosphere was felt whenever there were large collections of Gryffindors and Slytherins in any capacity.
Fred pulled on his quidditch jumper, pushing his arms out with hands interlaced to stretch them out. The two teams had only decided a few days prior to play, but getting permission to play on the official grounds was made easier due to the high number of students stating that it would be good for practice, even if there were only a handful of ‘official players’ on each side. Anything that drummed up some competitive spirit between two houses, as well as inter-house spirit, has an easier and quicker time getting passed. The two captains, also known as the two people who had started off the whole bet, had come up with some kind of prize for the winner. Usually it was some kind of dare or an exchange of house points if the race for the cup was close enough for it to be worthwhile. The prize hadn’t been disclosed as of yet, and by the looks of it appeared it would be withheld until after the match had been decided, which usually meant a dare. Meant it was a little more difficult to get people to actually play a match for a prize they were unaware of, whilst also in the dark about what would happen to the losers. Of course, a lot of people were just happy to face against their rival house where they normally wouldn’t get a chance. In Fred’s case, he was happy for either outcome.
Dares were easy.
Scrolling through a few conversations on his quiv and replying to others, the seeker made his way out of the empty locker room and out towards the pitch. The other Gryffindor members were waiting out there, but he wasn’t sure about the Slytherin counterparts. He paused in his stride, taking his eyes off the screen and looking towards the oppositions door. The Weasley knew a few of the people taking part on the opponent's side, but didn’t know the full line up. Neither team did officially, but there were rumours flying about on the grounds and on the various wizarding social media platforms. For a chance, Fred hadn’t been keeping up with either of them regarding the line up, since it was more fun to think of it as a surprise once they got out onto the field. Didn’t stop him thinking how much fun it would be to just burst into the changing room and expose them all. It made him chuckle a little, but decided against it. Might have been a little bit more difficult to make that decision than it should have been but he managed it.
Popping his head back into the Griffyindor changing room to throw his quiv onto a pile of his clothes, Fred reemerged and took a deep breath. Time to play some quiddich.
Post by Roxanne Weasley on Jul 10, 2019 0:06:43 GMT
Roxanne rolled her shoulders in an attempt to keep her head where it needed to be. Ideally: in the game. She was warmed up, her bat felt right in her hand, and she was focused on the main goal of the afternoon - which was of course firing as many bludgers as possible towards the opposing team.
She was ready to go, but, Merlin, her internal monologue was beginning to sound like an actual quidditch player. That was new. And unexpected on so many levels. She only ever played for fun - had never even tried out for the team even though she was sure she'd have made it if she had. (There was a reason they let her play in the friendly matches that weren't part of the official season after all)
Rox didn't need another club. Another group to be apart of. Besides, quidditch was Fred's thing anyway.
Spaced out as she was it took her a moment to realise Zaira was looking at her funnily from about 3 feet above her, having mounted her broom but not flown off yet. Roxanne shook out the cobwebs in her brain and grinned at her friend as she joined her in the air. That act alone being enough reassurance that she was Ready To Go and making Zaira set off on a lap around the pitch to warm up a bit more, knowing that Rox would be right on her tail.
As they flew she tried to take note of who was playing, even though really it didn't matter. A smatter of green. A bit of red. But not enough of either yet - a few players on each side were still missing before they could begin. Linus, of course, was still manning the Slytherin side. It wouldn't be right if he wasn't even though it was only a knock about... Its not like there was really anything at stake beyond pride, and mostly Rox was just here for a good time, as she always was.
tagged: Fred Weasley words: 333 notes: help i already love them
269 words Roxanne Weasley i live for joking siblings with secret angst
Last out of the changing rooms, and last out onto the pitch. The usual pre-match routine, and Fred could get away with it more often than not due to his ‘prestigious position’. He took a deep breath in and out before a couple of the rag-tag Gryffindor team members noticed him, beckoning him over with jeers and laughs. The boy joined in, running into the middle of the huddled group and nearly tackling a few of them to the floor.
“You never mentioned your sister was playing,” a beater chuckled, pointing their bat up towards the circling Slytherins. “Would have done if I knew before right now,” he replied honestly, accompanied by a shrug. It really was the first time he’d heard about it, but the rolling of eyes and jostling of elbows suggested the rest of them didn’t believe him. If he had known, then he’d have been out much earlier to tease her about it. His smile grew, patting the back of the closest player (someone who wasn’t a regular, a little younger than him… had they met before?) and dashing off to board his broomstick and join the other flyers. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a few other Gryffindors start to take flight, whilst a couple of others were probably sorting out the start of the game. Not that it mattered, since he was focusing solely on her.
“Hey batter batter--!” Fred called out to Roxanne, doing more dynamic turns than strictly necessary to show off a little. “Getting ready to take a swing at your wonderful older brothers beautiful features?”
Post by Roxanne Weasley on Jul 16, 2019 16:47:17 GMT
Rox leaned down closer to the broom, egging it forward faster, and cleaner. Not particularly bothered if she won the race, but still determined to do it in style. She and Zaira pulled up to their stopping points mere moments apart, laughing at the thrill of the wind in their hair and just a nice sunny day with no expectations. The best kind of days there were, not even just at Hogwarts but anywhere.
She could almost pinpoint the moment he got onto the pitch, or at least the moment he realised she was there too. A subtle shift in the air that she supposed had always been the case but brought different emotions nowadays than it used to. She was acutely aware that even her dormmates didn't know about the underlying tensions between the siblings as of late - she didn't understand them enough herself to even try and verbalise them. That and she was also trying really hard to keep it to themselves.
Still, when she heard him call for her she couldn't help but grin, turning her head to watch his elaborate performance of twists and turns, "Can't even fly straight anymore can you!?" Roxanne yelled towards him, over the chatter of several students somewhere in the air between the two of them.
Swinging the bat idly in her hand, she paused a second at his question, a much harsher response than necessary on the tip of her tongue. A route she often may have picked in the past, but right now she feared would tip the delicate balance they had in public over the edge. "I'm always ready, dear big bro, but I should probably at least wait until the balls are released," she opted for, instead.
tagged: Fred Weasley words: 290 notes: HEY BATTER BATTER HEY BATTER BATTER SWIIIIIIIING (i've got to just do ma thing)
“Gotta have a few butterbeers to calm the nerves first,” Fred chuckled at her response to his flying, running his gloved fingers through his short hair. Even though there were only about eight or nine out of the fourteen players flying for a warm up, but the air felt somewhat crowded as the two siblings exchanged words. The other groups of students chatting probably didn't give the two of them much notice, yet for some reason he could only feel eyes. The two of them had their ups and downs, as all siblings did, but they both wanted to keep up some pretences about how they got along. Of course, Fred wished that their relationship was actually the way they played out, but there was too much to go through before getting back to that point.
“No bludgers have ever stopped you from aiming for the balls before,” he said, rolling his eyes and shifting on the broom a little. It was a joke, sure, but even thinking about what she could do to him with that bat made him uncomfortable.
A whistle sound caught the attention of most of the players, and Fred could see the remaining members taking off and getting into their match positions. Some needed a bit of guidance to make sure they were in the right place, since playing for fun and playing for 'real' were just different enough for the full-timers to get to show off a little bit. Taking a deep breath, Fred turned back to her sister with a large smile.
Post by Roxanne Weasley on Aug 25, 2019 22:45:08 GMT
She wasn't sure how many people were watching them, but could probably assume there were a few. Players on the pitch itself would be glancing in every direction, trying to work out the general mood of all involved: if anybody should be avoided, or could be easily riled. It was useful to know when you were about to play a match. And then there were the spectators in the stand - Roxanne knew people would be eyeing them as for some people somehow it was still a novelty for close siblings to be in the most rival of all the houses. Whenever they were together eyes seemed to follow them... Plus, well, she was pretty sure if nobody else Scorpius would be looking out for her. He was there, she knew without checking, and probably with some sort of sign which would undoubtedly make her laugh when she noticed it. She idly wondered how much he'd step up his game if she was on the actual team, and almost chuckled to herself but instead she was rolling her eyes at her brother. As per always.
"Nerves? Yeah, right." Fred didn't get nervous. Not about quidditch or flying at least. No matter how bad Gryffindor were doing in the cup this year, he had to know that wasn't on just him.
Rox did grin then, though, at the many memories flashing before her eyes of play fights and rough tumbles where she had definitely caught her brother in the balls many times before. The difference being they were mostly accidents. And also she felt sorrier about them in the past than she would if it happened now, "This is true, who needs a bludger when I have the bat already to hand," she notes, jerking her wrist for emphasis in the hopes of making him flinch.
The whistle brought her immediately out of their moment, and she barely heard his closing comment before he was off to where he needed to be. “You do realise there are loads of us, right!?” Roxanne yelled at his back as he flew away from her, and as she looked to see where Zaira had gotten to so she could mirror her starting position on the pitch.
tagged: Fred Weasley words: 372 notes: this cant end well right oh no
The movement of her hand had made him flinch, even though somewhere in his mind he knew she was just joking. There was still that air of animosity surrounding them that had him doubt her sincerity, which he hated, but to keep up his own confident persona he played into the flinch and over-dramatised it. Clutching his abdomen, pulling his cloak around his waist as much as possible, shifting on his broom; the whole nine yards.
"And I'm the best of all of them!" he shouted back over his shoulder at her as he landed on the ground, earning a roar of laughter from the other Gryffindor players. Of course, he wouldn't have dared to make such a daring claim if there actually any other members of the extensive Weasley family around, but he hadn't yet spotted any on the field at least. Names and faces outside of his immediate family and friendship group often left him, even those of fellow Weasleys, but after a sentence or two of conversation Fred could figure out who they were, what level of friendship they expected to have with him, and what the last conversation they'd had was about. This was especially helpful in this match, since as he listened to the other team members finishing up their conversations, it gave him the time to search through his memory banks.
Despite this, Fred was quiet during the team huddle, only joining in with the large cheer at the end before they kicked off to their respective positions. Usually he had energy to talk to people for weeks, but even just the short conversation with his sister seemed to have drained him. He needed to clear his mind and focus on the snitch, but even as he started to circle above the players who were static in their positions, waiting for the referee to begin the match, his eyes continued to search for Roxanne's. The Slytherin seeker was probably rolling his eyes at him, maybe even saying something to try and rile him up, but the cheering crowds started to dull as Fred tried to turn his attention to the box that held the golden snitch.
Post by Roxanne Weasley on Sept 1, 2019 1:22:13 GMT
The score of the match could honestly be anything - it doesn't matter to her. It didn't before the match, it didn't at any point as she was playing. It certainly doesn't now she's falling.
It had all happened so fast.
She and Zaira have always flown well together, and that had been the same today. They'd started zig-zagging as soon as the whistle had blown, the aim to cover as much ground as possible and to always have a bludger between them somewhere. She wasn't targeting anybody in particular (and if her friend was then she hadn't mentioned it to Rox, but that was OK - Zaira had more stakes in Quidditch than she did) and honestly was pretty much ignoring what was happening with the quaffles in her peripheral.
Fred had surprised her, she thinks. Seekers always kept to themselves anyway so Rox never bothered looking out for them unless they were both on the chase, and he'd suddenly been a lot closer to her than she was expecting him to be. He'd made her jump, and said... something as he'd flown away. She didn't know what, it didn't even matter what really, and instinct had taken over and instinct with siblings you've grown up with that closely your entire life is often physical and just-
Look, OK, she can't tell you why she'd thrown her bat after him. She just had. With all the force she could muster, it had flown through the sky, spinning as it went. Spinning away from her as she heard that familiar whoosh a few feet behind her. That sound that meant she should turn around and swing her bat, hopefully with a bit of aim in it. The same bat that was currently not in her hand.
In her shock, she hadn't even bothered turning round - just taken the hit to her back. Luckily low down and to the side, not a direct hit to the spine, but enough to dislodge her. Enough for her hands to slip. Enough for the air in the sky to engulf her entire body with no barrier to keep her afloat.
Fuck, was all she could think as she closed her eyes.
tagged: Fred Weasley words: 372 notes: i didn't want to write a match play-by-play so i hit rox with a bludger and m'not even sorry