Protégée (George Weasley)

Chapter Nineteen

Noel seemed to be in an extra sour mood for days after, Lisa not really understanding what his deal was, letting out a breath of annoyance as she bade him good bye, seeing as she was late for her practices with the Weasley twins. She didn't really have time, or headspace, to figure him out at the moment, seeing as the game against Ravenclaw was creeping up on them fast.

Fred and George were in the middle of a playful banter when she stepped out of the locker room, flashing both of them a friendly smile in greeting, "Great day today, yeah?"

"You bet it is." said Fred, who patted George's shoulder before they drew closer to her, "Are you up for more target practices? Ange said you'll be playing a practice game with the entire team once they get here, so we better brush you up a little bit."

Lisa's brows quirked, "So you're actually staying to help?"

"I'm afraid not today as well," Fred said apologetically, "Sorry, Lisa. I promised Florence that I'd get around doing all of the homework I've been pushing aside. So now she's sitting me down at the library and making sure that I actually do them."

"And I get to escape that torture by staying behind to help you with practice," George addressed to Lisa, "You have no idea how much you're saving me right now, Branson."

"Don't think Florence is going to let you off the hook, though," Lisa advised, "She'll be able to get you...eventually..."

"Right you are. Maybe I'll just stay away from her plain sight or something...But then she might just sniff me out from my hiding." George joked.

Fred's brows quirked, "Are...are we still talking about my girlfriend or are we talking about a bloodhound?"

George shrugged, "Both, really."

"Anyway," Fred chuckled, putting a hand on Lisa's shoulder, "I better go. It was nice seeing you. Break a leg!"

She and George began setting up the target equipment as fast as they could, knowing they didn't have that much time to practice before the Gryffindor team cam bustling in.

"Hey," he called out to her, "Angelina told me to tell you that you have your Gryffindor robes in your locker already. McGonagall dropped it off this morning from the tailors."

Her eyes lit up at his words, a big smile stretching across her face, "My robes? Like, gryffindor colored Quidditch robes and not just some murky grey one?"

"Yeah," George smiled, "You're going to be in the team so you're supposed to dress the part. Why don't you try it on and get a feel of it. See if it needs any more alterations."

She raced into the locker room as quickly as she could, throwing open her locker to find a neatly wrapped parcel, her name scribbled onto a smaller piece if paper. Tearing through the wrapper, she felt as if she was a child on Christmas morning.

"You're really part of the team now, huh?" she whispered to herself as she held out the robe in front of her, the Gryffindor crest sown onto the dark red fabric. Turning it over, she let out an excited squeal at the sight of her name in bright gold colors. She's never thought that the day would come that she would be excited for Quidditch.

She puffed out a breath at that thought, "Okay, you're doing this for yourself now. Not for mum, or for dad. But for you. Enjoy this..."

Her striped Quidditch jumper was warm and cozy too, but had not lingered on it as she realized that she had been in there for far too long. Quickly strapping on her gear and slipping her robes over everything, she finally stepped outside, seeing George sitting down on the grass patiently, a smile blooming on his face at the sight of her in full uniform. "Look at you, Gryffindor Beater! Lovely. You look so ready to kick Ravenclaw arse!"