White Scars

Gnome-lympics

"Oi, get back here you blasted little-!" an adolescent ginger boy ran through the field reaching after the elusive figure.

The small, hunched over creature giggled wildly, enjoying the chase. Weaving in and out between the rows of wheat spread all around the farmland. Catching such a deft target would be difficult enough in regular conditions, it remains increasingly trying when trudging through a murky field.

"Taka it's coming your way, get ready!" The boy's twin shouted to seemingly no one.

The creature remained unaware and swiftly proceeded, only to be snatched by its coattails in the broad fields. Angrily, the small-statured creature beckoned its hunched head and shoulders, exaggeratedly glaring at the figure behind his capture. Only to quickly whimper and renege eye contact with the boy.

His luminescent Golden eyes traced over the creature, domineering, enhancing the helplessness of the creature's escape. Resignedly giving in to the captor, the skulking figure dejectedly looked down and closed its eyes, accepting its fate.

Despite its resignation, the boy continued to peer at the creature. Absorbing its figure, the feel of its cloth and skin, the strange weightlessness of its mass. Everything was a new sensation which the boy hadn't had the pleasure of experiencing before.

Silently, the boy waited. Stoically holding the creature until its fate is sealed.

"Nice one, Taka. You really know how to skulk around." The twins sarcastically congratulated the expressionless young boy.

"We know just what to do with this little runt!" A look of glee and mischief immediately crept upon the faces of the twins as they continued to approach the boy and his prey.

"C'mon Taka, carry him back to the barn. We're gonna' play a game." Intrigued the boy simply followed his benefactors back to the barn, awaiting whatever machinations the two pranksters were no doubt concocting.

"Alright! Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the annual gnome throwing Olympics! In the left corner coming from the proud East, a city boy with ice in his veins. Its Ayanokouji Kiyotaka!!!"

"In the right corner we have the reigning champ! Returning to grace us once again with a wonderful performance, he's a bumpkin with strength to match. A penchant for trouble and my own twin brother, George Weasley!!!"

The one making a sports mock-commentary was Fred Weasley another of the Weasley family, which had the same proclivity for mischief as his twin. The apathetic young man didn't seem to take much notice on the surface, but inside held a small measure of curiosity to the two troublemakers.

"For this competition we need a volunteer from the crowd. Hmm... You, young man. It's your lucky day. You will be the umpire for such a great battle!"

The boy looked towards the small, runty boy which was picked for the task. There he found a short-statured young boy, freckles and red-hair to match. The characteristic of the Weasley family. This was their youngest brother, Ronald Weasley. He was quiet and subdued, likely a trait from growing up with 4 older brothers.