raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.6

"Fuck," Y/N muttered as she trudged quickly through the field. She eyed the lined-up group of eager and nervous students, all awaiting instruction.

There was quite an audience already forming in the lower bleachers, the ones typically used for practices, as friends and excited underclassmen sat to watch their friends and colleagues tryout for Gryffindor's quidditch team. As usual, Lee was perched at the front, standing with his arms crossed on top of railing. His eyes skimmed the field, pausing to watch Y/N jog towards the stands.

He raised an expectant brow as she clambered past the younger spectators, mumbling breathless apologies as she made her way towards him.

"Look who decided to show up," he said, a hint of a laugh showing in the creases of his eyes as she unceremoniously dropped her askew books and half-closed book bag on the bench behind them.

"Shut it," she replied, quickly running her fingers through her windblown hair to tame it. "I lost track of time."

"Let me guess: library?" Lee asked, stepping aside to let her lean against the rail beside him.

"Potions essay," she explained, turning her head towards the field, where Angelina was pointing out parts of the field to the students trying out. "I didn't miss anything, did I?"

"No," he said. "Just the warmups."

She frowned.

"Don't worry, there'll be plenty more opportunity for you to ogle George," he teased, promptly earning a punch to the arm.

Lee's laughter carried across the field, earning him a sharp look from Angelina, who had just finished explaining how tryouts would go. Beside her, Alicia stifled a laugh of her own.

For courtesy's sake, the previous year's remaining members also had to attend try-outs, even though it was almost entirely certain that they'd be returning to the team.

To save as much time as possible, Angelina started the afternoon off with beaters. Despite Fred and George having already secured their spots, there were always a few hopeful flyers to join them.

The twins grinned, bumped fists, and kicked off immediately. Having already done this before, they started their lap around the pitch.

George winked at Y/N as he passed the stands, making her smile.

Beater tryouts consisted of a series of drills: deflection, aiming, handling, and then a scrimmage. As expected, Fred and George were able to deflect and control the bludgers best, though there were a few fourth years who were pretty promising.

The drills were endearing to watch though, at least for Y/N. Fred and George both took a moment after each one to help some of the younger students better their form. At one point, George grabbed a second year boys' arms to help guide him in place.

The scrimmage was the most entertaining part of it though. Angelina split the players into two groups, ensuring to separate the twins to try to make it fair. Naturally, this meant that Fred and George were taking every opportunity to target each other.

When the bludger wasn't coming towards them, they did their best to avoid them in order to let the other students have a try — if they didn't, Angelina likely would've hexed them.

When it was in their playing range, however, they launched themselves at the large, boulder-like spheres. If their friends didn't know better, they would've thought the twins hated each other.

Y/N's eyes naturally followed the progression of the game, though her vision had a clear bias for one ginger in particular.

"You're drooling," Lee singsonged.