Insufferable {Fred Weasley x O.C.}

Tryouts

Song: Brutal-Olivia Rodrigo

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Solange was nervous to say the least. She sat at Gryffindor table with her friends, poking at her eggs, and wanting to barf. Today was the  Gryffindor quidditch tryouts. She had so many doubtful thoughts, even though she knew that wouldn't help at all. She glanced across the table to see the Weasley twins with confident smiles, talking to their  peers at the table. How were they able to remain so calm in situations like this?

Solange thought about the upcoming party, because that seemed to be more helpful than doubting herself. What was she going to wear?  A Dress? A skirt? Fishnets maybe? She had bought a new top at a muggle store just before she left, she figured she'd wear that.

"So, tryouts ay?" Lee said. "Clara, Solo, y'all are looking quite... sick? Don't even worry about it you'll be fine. I have seen y'all play, and it's amazing."

George playfully hit his shoulder. "Oi, and what am I, to you mate, rubish?"

Lee let out a giggling huff. "You're amazing too George."

Breakfast was over all too slow, considering Solange ate nothing. All Gryffindors' classes were excused for the day because of tryouts. Solange was walking to the quidditch locker room. She felt odd, not just because of tryouts. She continued to walk and think for fifteen minutes or so. Why did she sort of miss her potions class? Did she grow to enjoy Fred's presence? Now wasn't the time to worry about that.

Solange was now in the locker room. "You've got this." She whispered to herself.

"Aww, thanks love." She looked behind her to see none other than Fred Weasley, shirtless, towering over her. "But I already knew that."

Solange didn't say anything. She stood there, red faced, frozen, looking at Fred Weasley's toned chest. How did he sneak up on her? She already figured he must be pretty fit, considering he's been a beater. But nev-

"Enjoying the view Ambrose?" Fred was smirking down at her. That damn smirk.

"I just didn't think you were in here." Solange turned around, let out an aggravated huff, and walked out onto the pitch.

She was met by Clara, and the rest of the people trying out. Harry Potter stood in front of the cluster of people, and looked like he was getting his notes sorted out. Everyone looked at him with anticipation.

"Wow, there's a lot of you." Harry said anxiously, trying to dismiss the awkward silence. Everyone stared at him blankly.

"Ok so I guess I'll just start the tryouts.
Hello I'm Harry Potter, and I am the captain of the quidditch team. I play the seeker position. First up, we have Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, and Solange Ambrose playing chasers. Cormac McLaggen playing keeper, and Fred and George Weasley playing Beaters." Harry announced.

The said people then mounted their brooms, and got into position. Harry released the quaffles and bludgers and the game bagan.

Solange flew fast, the wind whipping through her hair. She reached for the quaffle, while expertly dodging the bludgers, and missed. It was snatched by Angelina, but as she flew forward and threw it, Solange snatched it from the air, and scored a goal.

"Angelina out, Clara in." Harry directed.

Clara happily stood up, mounted her broom, and joined the game. Ginny and Clara passed the quaffle back and fourth, before Ginny aggressively threw it straight past Cormac's defense. She and Clara both performed a victorious fist pump, and flew over to high-five each other.