Protégée (George Weasley)

Chapter Seven

Quidditch games made the whole castle especially lively all the time, more so when the first game of the year began with a Gryffindor and Slytherin game. It was almost always more interesting to watch, as they were packed with drama.

The past few weeks leading to the first game were nothing but drowning in endless 6th year homework for Lisa, even more burdened with a couple subjects which were Noel's forte due to the fact that he disappeared after dinner on days that she needed him the most.

And by the time he'd return, Noel would be a tad bit vague about his whereabouts, but Lisa decided it was best not to push him further into giving the details.

Lisa was eating her breakfast quietly as she observed the festivities around her that morning. Angelina, meanwhile, was the only person who was as quiet as she was, brooding over the prospect results of a game that has not even happened yet. Noel had told her many times about how anxious his sister was to play as captain, as the pressure was massive.

"Ange, stop with the long face," Lisa told her, "You're going to be fine. I believe in you."

"Thanks, Lisa. It's just, there's been some stuff going on in the team. Like the new keeper. Ron Weasley? Yeah, he's gotten better since his first practices, but I'm just praying to heavens that he'll carry on with his doing well streak for this game."

"Oh have a little faith, Ange," Noel retorted, who was sitting right beside his best friend, before pointing his spoon to the direction of the boy in mention, "He looks just as nervous as you do, to be honest."

"I do have faith, Elly." Angelina huffed, "I have nothing but faith that he'll pull through. There's just this feeling in my gut...that something's going to go wrong...And my gut is almost always right."

"Well maybe it won't be him that will do something wrong?" Noel suggested, "Just...give him the benefit of the doubt. It's his first game! You did pretty bad on yours too."

"Elly's right," Lisa giggled, "The way you crashed into the teachers' stand nearly shook most of them off."

"Shutting up about that would be my preference," she told them, "I was trying so hard to forget about that! Way to bring it up..."

"Nothing like a good trip down memory lane to start up your first game as captain yeah?" he slid a goblet filled to the brim with milk, "Now don't forget to drink as much as you can. I heard calcium's good for the bones."

"Thanks, Noel." she offered him a small smile, "But I don't think the milk's going to sit well with how bloody nervous I am." Angelina stood up from her seat, "I'll go on ahead early, run a few laps to take my mind off of things. You better be there, little brother. Save your dorking out for another time."

"Doing my homework is not dorking out." Noel argued, "It's called productivity."

"That's what I told my twin siblings." Lisa muttered.

"You're supposed to support me, you dunce. I didn't ask mum and dad for a sibling for nothing." the older Johnson retorted, getting up from her seat.

"I was not born just for you to have a blood-related cheerleader." he scoffed.

"That's what you think." Angelina winked, making Lisa laugh. "But you're not completely nervous, are you, Ange? I bet you're excited for it too." Lisa said.  "Heck I am. I better see you in the crowd too, Branson."

"I'll be there."

Noel rolled his eyes, "See how nice she is to other people? And me—her own brother, we share the same blood and she treats me like shite." he muttered bitterly, Lisa patting him on the back in amusement as Angelina went ahead, bounding for the Quidditch pitch.