𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | h. granger

vii

ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴄᴀꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ

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y/n sat on the edge of an arched window near the courtyard. she slid her finger underneath the delicate page, turning it over.

"seeker? but first years never make their house teams— y/n!"

she glanced up to see ron and harry walking towards her. she smiled brightly at them as she gently closed her book.

"where'd you go earlier?" ron questioned curiously as the two now stood by her.

she froze for a second before shaking her head, "never mind that," she dismissed. she turned to harry happily, "heard you're the new seeker, congratulations."

"you heard about that?" harry wondered.

y/n smiled faintly, "well it's hard not to when that's all anyone is talking about right now." she told him.

harry looked around subtly, seeing people glance over at his way.

"for example." y/n sighed as they watched more people walk by.

"that's the new gryffindor seeker." someone said as they pointed in harry's direction.

ron pointed his head towards the courtyard, making y/n jump off the edge and pat off the non existent dust on her skirt.

she grabbed her book and smiled at the boys, "let's go." they both nodded as y/n walked in the middle of them.

"you must be the youngest quidditch player in..." ron thought for a moment as y/n listened to their conversation, her book clutched to her chest with her arms crossed.

"a century, according to mcgonagall." harry informed.

suddenly fred and george walked beside the three,

"hey well done, harry. wood's just told us." george congratulated.

"fred and george are on the team too." ron started.

"they're beaters." y/n finished his sentence.

harry looked at the twins with a smile.

"our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad," fred said mischievously, "can't make any promises, of course. rough game quidditch."

"brutal, but no one's died in years. someone will vanish occasionally-"

"-but they'll turn up in a month or two."