The Forgotten Girl

Chapter Three: Quidditch, Birthday Cake, Letters, and Love

Chapter Three: Quidditch, Birthday Cake, Letters, and Love

A few hours and several wasted pieces of parchment later Alison’s bedroom door was flung open by a very excited Ginny. Alison crumpled up her latest attempt at a letter and turned to face her best friend.

“Can I help you?” she asked, “I think you forgot what knocking is.” She said pointedly and cracked a small grin.

Ginny disregarded her second statement and furthered herself into the room, “Quidditch!” she said simply and pulled Alison from her seat. Alison stood up and allowed Ginny to pull her through the house and out to the old broom shed.

“Ginny, I haven’t got a broom.” Alison reminded her friend. Alison had always used a school broom to play, which had thrown Wood off seeing as she was amazing on one.

“You can borrow George’s.” Ginny replied handing a broom to Alison, “If he finds out he won’t mind.” Ginny smirked and shouldered another broom before marching out to the paddock where Harry, Ron and Hermione were waiting.

Alison followed behind her and smiled when Ron let out a cheer. “Finally! Someone who can play!” he said and shot Hermione and apologetic look, “She’s rubbish.” He said quietly to Alison. Alison chuckled softly and walked over to the opposite side where Ginny was waiting.

“Ready to kick butt?” she asked. Alison smirked and nodded her head before kicking off into the air. Down below Hermione picked up an apple, which is what they used so as not to lose a ball in the muggle village nearby, and tossed it in the air signaling the beginning of the game.

They played for hours, skipping lunch. By the time Molly finally called them all into the house the sun was setting and they were dog tired. They trudged down to the broom shed one after another and replaced the brooms before marching into the house with empty stomachs. Molly had already set the table with food and it was occupied by Bill, Fleur, Tonks, and Mr. Weasley. Alison gave a tired waved before falling into the chair beside Tonks.

Tonks gave a weak smile that didn’t reach her eyes and grabbed for food. Alison waited her usual five minutes before taking what she wanted and eating. There was incoherent chat around the table that Alison just listened to as she ate.

“Bad dreams lately?” Tonks whispered in her ear. Alison had the sneaking suspicion that someone old and bearded had put her in charge of asking about the visions.

Alison shrugged her shoulders not really wanting to relive her latest vision. It didn’t matter anyway; she wasn’t going to let it happen. “Still the same.” She mumbled into her potatoes and Tonks nodded slightly leaning away again.

Once everyone was done eating Molly cleared off the table, but nobody made to move. Ron had fallen asleep at the table, his snores a dull roar behind the chatter. There was a knock on the door and everyone froze, the room falling silent. Mr. Weasley gained his composure and stood up making his way to the door.

“Who is it?” He called through the door.