salvation - f.weasley

salvation : action of being saved

head over heels - tears for fears

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Grace flies up again, grabs the quaffle and heads straight for the hoop before scoring. Then again. Right, left, trying to avoid the enchanted bludgers. Scores again.

She rushes straight ahead, higher, faster, further. She scores. Once, twice, thirty times.

The wind hits her face, blows her hair. The speed makes her heart race, adrenaline fills her veins. It's the only way she can feel alive.

The rest of the time she feels dead inside.

Grace tries to perfect the Sloth Grip Roll to avoid any bludgers coming at her. She repeats the movements tirelessly until she becomes exhausted. Until she no longer feels her body.

It's the only way to forget the horrors of the house, the terror of her nights, her mother screams and the pain her body carries.

So she continues to fly, to score, to train. She cuts through the wind, concentrated, determined.

Her shoulder still hurts slightly but she pretends it's not real. She keeps flying, scoring and training.

When the sun almost disappears behind the Black Forest, chased by the moon, she ends up coming back down to the field, out of breath and exhausted. But alive.

She lies down on the grass to catch her breath after removing her helmet and glasses.

"Colten. You'll disappear if you keep flying this high."

Grace jumps and lets out a small shout. She sits up and sighs when she sees Fred Weasley standing over her, hands in his pockets, cigarette in his mouth.

"Weasley. What are you doing here?"

He shrugs. "I saw you in the middle of a personal torture session, I thought you might need a break."

He sits down next to her.

"I'm not really in "break mode" right now. But thanks for the offer."

Fred frowns when he sees Grace wince as she touches her shoulder. "Still hurts?"

"Just a little. It'll be fine."

He leans back on his elbows and sighs. "You should take some rest while your shoulder heals."

She looks into his eyes for what seems like the first time in forever to Fred. "You came all the way here to give me medical advice? I'm flattered."

He rolls his eyes and blows out the smoke. "I'm serious."

"Okay Dr Weasley, I appreciate the worry but I have goals to achieve. The kind that doesn't allow resting."

The two remain silent for a few seconds, lulled by the night which slowly settles in. Grace nervously plays at cutting the grass under her fingers.

"How are you doing ?" Grace's words cut through the calming silence.

Fred turns his head towards her.

"I'm fine. Always. I'm looking forward to this summer" he replies without really paying attention, too focused on knowing how she is doing. "And you? I haven't seen much of you since we got back from vacation. Are you trying to run away from me, Colten?"

He hears her laugh lightly and feels his heart melt.

"I feel like I can't run away from you, right?" she responds with a raised eyebrow, her gaze turned towards him.