salvation - f.weasley

Rage against the world

slow down - chase atlantic

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Oliver and Grace face each other, arms crossed, determination in their eyes. Behind him, Fred, Roger and Ania hold their brooms firmly in their hands.

Oliver holds out his hand and Grace grabs it, squeezing it tightly. "Good luck, Colten. Same rules. No golden snitch. First to 100 points wins. Play clean."

She nods and goes to turn to her team when Fred calls her. She turns around, rolling her eyes, a fist on her hip. "Yes, Weasley?"

He smiles. "You're going to regret not taking me on your team."

"Am I really, Weasley? Got the better brother for the defence" she replies, teasing him, approaching him slightly.

Grace doesn't give him time to respond, turns around and walks to her team for the day. She must admit, she chose George Weasley first to annoy Fred and she is very pleased with herself because it obviously worked.

George, Angelina and Lee Jordan are waiting for her, visibly excited, laughing. "Oi captain! Stop flirting with the enemy!" calls George.

Grace sighs and throws his bat at him so hard that, surprised, he almost doesn't catch it at all. He didn't expect so much strength from the brunette. "No more fun now. We better win. Johnson I'm counting on your precision and Weasley on your strength" she explains, concentrated and serious.

George tries to hide a laugh and leans towards Angelina. "I think we found worse than Wood."

Grace hears him and glares at him. When he sees her, he stops laughing directly and his face falls. "Sorry Captain."

She rolls her eyes and turns to Lee Jordan, her face twisting in a grimace. "And you..." she takes a deep breath. "Try to catch the ball when someone passes it to you, okay?"

She finally smiles and puts her helmet on her head. "Ready?"

They all nod and high-five each other before flying into the sky, the others already in position.

The sun is at its zenith, flooding the sky with a dazzling blue. The air is thick with palpable excitement.

The Quaffle is thrown into the air, and in an instant, the match begins. The brooms fly by at full speed, laughter and screams echo across the field. The game is a perfect blend of friendly competition and endless banter.

Oliver once again shows why he is one of the best keepers Hogwarts has ever known. He stops almost every shot with intense precision and focus.

But no one can block Grace Colten's throws. It has to do with the way she becomes one with her broom, the way she moves so fast that you can't follow her with your eyes, the way she throws the ball with rare precision that makes her unbeatable.

The score isn't even close. Grace's team leads 89-34. A victorious smile does not leave the brunette's face.

The game restarts and she sees Ania at the back who wants to pass the ball to Fred who is waving at her from the other side of the field.

Ania throws the ball but Grace intercepts at the last moment, shooting towards Angelina who scores another point. "Too slow, Weasley,"  she teases.

The match continues like this, under the scorching sun, until finally Grace scores the last goal, sealing the victory for her team. Laughter bursts from all sides, the heat is at its height, and everyone gets off their broomsticks sweaty but happy.