Wizarding World one-shots

Birthdays and Quidditch (Glasswood)

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RADIANCE BEATRICE GLASSPETAL

If there was one thing Radiant Glasspetal could count on, it was the fact that Quidditch practice still happened no matter what insanity was going on at the school.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named attached himself to the back of her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's head? Not a problem, practice at noon. The Chamber of Secrets is open and a giant snake is petrifying muggleborns (and one pureblood, sorry Victoria) left and right? Practice at six, don't be late.

Even now with dementors surrounding the school and Sirius Black on the loose, she was running out of the Three Broomsticks to get to practice on time.

As she sprinted through the streets of Hogsmeade, her boots sloshing through puddles, she wiped the remainder of the frosting from her birthday cake off the corner of her lips. It was nice of her parents to come down to celebrate with her, even nicer that her mum brought one of Aunt Molly's cakes with her.

Her fingers ran over the necklace they gifted her, enjoying the feeling of the thin golden chain. The small red lion figurine bounced against her collarbone with every step she took in the drizzly weather.

She reached the Quidditch Pitch just as the chiming from the Hogwarts bell towers rang across the grounds. Radiant grabbed a broom from the broom closet and ran out with the rest of the team.

"Oi, looks as if the birthday girl finally decided to show up!" shouted Fred, one of her cousins, as she emerged onto the field.

"She turns fifteen and thinks the whole world revolves around her," George tutted, leaning against his broom. "What's her punishment for being late, Wood? Polishing broom handles?"

Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team who was talking to the team's Seeker Harry Potter, looked up when he heard his name. He made eye contact with Radiant and grinned. "She's only a minute late. No punishment needed, eh?"

Radiant practically beamed at him.

"That's Rubbish!" both the twins shouted.

"Shut up Weasleys and get on your brooms. A lot we need to go over today." Oliver walked over to Radiant, his arm snaking around her waist. "And happy birthday, bonnie lass."

Fred and George made those infuriating kissing sounds they always made whenever the two were remotely close to each other. Radiant flipped them off as she mounted her broom, taking to the air.

No matter how insane life was for her, being this high in the air always helped clear her head. There was just something about being above the trees with nothing but the breeze to keep her company.

She did a couple of circles around the hoops, making sure to keep a close eye on Harry. From what she heard about what happened on the Hogwarts Express, how he had a similar reaction to the dementors to herself, she didn't want him to be alone in case a similar... incident happened.

Practice went on as normal. Radiant worked on passing the Quaffle between Angelina and Katie, their movements practically in-sync. Of course, it would be different during a match, but it was still good to work on their form.

"Wanna see me do sidesaddle?" Radiant asked Katie eagerly.

"Yes!"

Radiant moved both her legs to the right side of the broom, letting them dangle towards the ground. She grinned, wiping a strand of her wet red hair out of her face.

Angelina threw the Quaffle at her as soon as she turned. Radiant tried to catch it, forgetting she was riding sidesaddle until the last moment. The ball hit her square in the chest and knocked her off.

She fell, wincing as a loud crack came from her back as soon as her body hit the ground. A groan escaped from her lips as she felt a throbbing pain in the back of her head.

Radiant rolled onto her side, looking up at the sky while Oliver hopped off his broom. She was vaguely aware of the stream of blood coming from her forehead, right above her left eye, but she didn't really care that much. So what if she got another scar on her face?

"I've been thinking about cutting my hair," she blurted out as Oliver picked her up like a bride.

"Oh?"

That stupid, beautiful, dumbarse, gorgeous smirk was back on his face again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm serious," rambled Radiant. "I would look stunning with short hair."

"You're bonnie no matter what length your hair is at." He kissed her temple. "But I think you're concussed."

The rest of the team landed around them as Oliver carried her. Angelina sprinted towards her, her eyes wide.

"Rad!     I'm so sorry, I thought you were paying attention!"

"Stop yelling," Radiant grumbled. "It's fine, Ange."

"I wasn't yelling."

"She's concussed," Oliver explained.

"Am not!"

Oliver ignored her, turning to the rest of the team. "Taking her to the Hospital Wing. No mogering aboot while I'm gone."

Radiant supposed he carried her to the Hospital Wing, but she didn't remember it. One moment, they were on the pitch. Then, she blinked, and she was inside on the same bed Harry was when Madame Pomfrey regrew his bones last year.

Her vision wasn't cloudy anymore as she looked around, and the pounding of her head wasn't as intense. When she started to sit up, Madame Pomfrey seemingly appeared out of nowhere and pushed her back down.

"I would think after fracturing your spine you would want to stay down, Miss Glasspetal!" shouted the matron.

Fracture. Right, that explained the crack.

"Honestly, your brothers didn't cause as much trouble as you do—"

"Where's Wood?" Radiant interrupted.

Pomfrey's eyes narrowed. "He went back to the Quidditch Pitch. Left that note next to you on the endtable."

She turned, muttering about inconsiderate youth as she walked to the other end of the hall. Radiant waited until she was gone before she grabbed the parchment on the wooden endpiece.

Mo ghràdh—

Radiant had to put the note down after those two words, her face flushed. As she put it to her chest, a golden chain slipped out from beneath the folds. She picked it up, surprised to see the necklace her parents had given her.

She turned back to the parchment.

Mo ghràdh,

Found this next to you when you fell. Stop losing your shite.

See you when practice is over.

O.S.W

Radiant shook her head. She put the necklace back on, grinning.

"Stupid Scotsman."