the order - f.weasley

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 Gemma had woken up to the news that Sirius's hiding place in London had been tipped off (which Harry was convinced was Lucius Malfoy's doing, which would not surprise Gemma in the slightest) and that someone from the Order had been sent to Azkaban for six months for no good reason. All of this had come from Hermione, who was also going on and on about how irresponsible they were for not doing their homework.

Then, after barely eating lunch, she was promptly dragged to the Quidditch Pitch for practice.

She was standing next to the twins in the changing room, rubbing her eyes for the twentieth time, when Ron and Harry entered, both of whom moved to her free side.

Gemma smiled warmly at Ron, giving him an encouraging look, seeing his nervousness as he stood between her and Harry.

Gemma had been chatting with Harry about potion homework when George asked, "All right, Ron?"

The two younger teens looked at their tall ginger friend, who had become uncharacteristically quiet between them, as he muttered, "Yeah."

"Ready to show us all up, Ickle Prefect?" Fred asked with a malicious grin on his handsome face as he pulled on his team robes.

"Shut up," Ron snapped at his older brother as he pulled on Oliver Wood's old Quidditch robes.

They fit him well despite Ron being more gangly than Oliver had been.

Angelina emerged from the Captain's office, clapping to get everyone's attention as she said, "Okay, everyone. Let's get to it; Gemma and Fred, if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there watching, but I want you to just ignore them, all right?"

Fred threw an arm over Gemma's shoulders as they set out to go get the ball crate, and Gemma knew her face was obviously red, but she played it cool, pushing his arm off and running ahead of him, taunting him as she went.

"RACE YA THERE, SLOW-POKE!" She shouted.

"OH, YOU'RE ON!"

He never did catch up with her, and by the time he made it to the storage shed, she was holding the crate in her arms, a smug look on her rosy face, "I win."

Fred just rolled his eyes and took the crate from her, "Come on, lil Captain."

Gemma felt proud that Angelina had made known that she was being trained for the captain's position.

None of her teammates seemed upset either, which shocked her, but she didn't complain.

When they made it to the pitch, a wolf whistle made her flinch, and she spun to see Draco and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team staring down at the two.

Gemma glowered at him, grabbing Fred's robe sleeve and dragging him forward before either of them said something that would get them in trouble.

She and Fred dropped the crate on the ground, and the younger teen grabbed the Quaffle kicking up into the air while Fred grabbed the Beaters' bats for himself and his twin.

Gemma moved to Ron's other side as Harry said, "Ignore them. We'll see who's laughing after we play them..."

"Exactly the attitude I want, Harry. Gemma, over here," Angelina flew out in front of them, holding out her hand for the Quaffle, which Gemma tossed to her as she moved to her side. "Okay, everyone, we're going to start with some passes just to warm up the whole team please —"

"Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle anyway?" Pansy Parkinson suddenly shouted, interrupting Angelina. "Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?"