George Weasley x Reader

Chapter 14 - Reconsideration.

You'd meant to research that Bubble potion in the library but recently spare time had become non existent. You had team practice every night, the team only had the pitch twice a week and the rest had been meetings about 'technique'. But really, everyone all just sat around talking and reading Quidditch magazines. Honestly, you were sick of it. You couldn't just not turn up because you'd be dropped from the team however going meant you were failing almost every class. Heather had written many letters demanding to know what was wrong and telling you to keep focused. Just as many had come from Stan asking if things were ok. Much to your owl's annoyance, you hadn't written back to either of them. With the last match of the year only two weeks away you were completely focused on your game.
Noticing your bad mood, the twins had somehow managed to get you a new bat. At first you'd refused to take it, knowing how they desperately wanted new brooms but eventually you gave in and accepted it thanking them over and over. Admittedly you were extremely happy with it, the grip was amazing and it made a satisfying crack when it hit the ball. You still felt slightly guilty whenever you looked at it though.
The twins often sat through huge amounts of verbal abuse from your team just to cheer you on during practice, but after a few weeks you stopped telling them when you would be on the pitch. Asking for practice when you knew they would be busy. It infuriated you when Pucy would talk about them as if they were nothing, commenting on everything they did, then look straight at you, watching you get angrier and angrier while you couldn't do anything to stop it.
Soon enough, the big match came around. To everyone's astonishment, it was not Gryffindor who you'd be playing, but Ravenclaw. After a bitter 0 to 180 defeat their captain had cracked down and created a gruelling regiment for them, giving them a place in the finals with Slytherin.
Walking out the changing rooms, your ears started ringing immediately with thunderous cheering and booing from the stands. Clenching your jaw, you took your place at the centre of the pitch opposite a Ravenclaw beater. You were holding the bat so tightly your knuckles were white. Seeing this Pucy whispered, "Ooh calm down sweetheart, we haven't even started yet." You gave no reply, nor did you acknowledge him at all.
At the whistle, you kicked off, rising up and levelling with the top of the stands. Out the corner of your eye, the twins were waving furiously at you, you smiled slightly and flew after one of the Bludgers which was heading in the direction of one of your Chasers. The game was slow and was horrible to watch. Your team played well but arrogantly, they knew they were good and it annoyed you to watch them lazily play it out. You felt bad for the Ravenclaw's, you knew they were playing their hardest, you just wanted your team to try so this would be over. Just as you'd sent a Bludger soaring up, and to the other end of the pitch you heard a yell. Spinning your head round you saw the second Bludger a less than a foot away from you. There was no time to react as you felt it hit your nose and heard something crack. As you fell you wondered if it was your nose or Bludger that had made the sickening noise.