■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

Quidditch is my purpose, not my passion

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On one Thursday evening, Gwen entered the Quidditch meeting, limping in pain. It was a known fact that Gwen wasn't the steadiest but some days were just unbearable.

Six heads had turned to look at Gwen as she was last to enter. They all gave the limping girl questioning looks. Her clothes were soaking wet and so muddy that most of her name and number printed on the back were covered in mud. Gwen's usually neat hair was out of place and dirty. 

Gwen sat down next to the two chasers on the bench and faced Oliver Wood. The Quidditch Captain raised his eyebrows at the chaser. "What happened to you? You're late!" Oliver exclaimed.

Fred fetched a towel and quickly handed it to her. Gwen silently thanked him as she tried to dry out her hair.

"Isn't it obvious? I fell! Multiple times! I think I gave the Flobberworms quite a laugh." Gwen then started to wipe the mud off of her arms.

Oliver gave a knowing sigh as he ran his hand over his face. He should have gotten used to it by now.

Gwen sometimes called her clumsiness 'Random Gravity Checks' but being clumsy doesn't only involve falling.

The girl can't even be completely trusted with ink as she would somehow spill some on whatever she would be wearing. She also keeps walking into things like tables, chairs, walls and people.

Oliver started pacing around his team.

"This is our last chance- my last chance- to win the Quidditch Cup. I'll be leaving at the end of the year. I'll never have another shot at it."

Gwen and the entire team simultaneously groaned. As Gwen had expected, he was reciting his Summer Motivation Letter. Word for word.

Oliver ignored his teammates and continued his speech. "Gryffindor hasn't won for seven years now. Okay, so we've had the worst luck in the world- injuries- then the tournament getting called off last year..." 

"Worst luck? With how he's speaking you'd think someone died." Angelina exclaimed to Gwen in a whisper and to which Gwen, who was now wiping the mud off her shoes, snorted. 

"We've got three superb chasers," Oliver stated which brought Angelina and Gwen back to focus.

"Who, thankfully, are better when in the air than on the ground." The Captain added looking at Gwen who smiled sheepishly.

"We've got two unbeatable beaters." Oliver continued looking at the twins.

"Stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us!" Fred and George said together, hiding their faces, pretending to blush.

"And we've got an amazing Seeker who has never failed to win us a match!"

Oliver rumbled at Harry, who he, unlike Fred and George, actually blushed at the attention.

"And me," Oliver added lastly. "We think you're pretty good too," George said. "Cracking Keeper," Fred added. Oliver resumed his pacing.

"The point is, the Quidditch Cup should have had our name on it these last two years. Ever since Harry joined the team, I've thought the thing was in the bag. But we haven't got it, and this year's the last chance we'll get to finally see our name on the thing..."

The seventh-year Captain looked plain desperate and Gwen pouted her lips, feeling very sympathetic for the exasperated Keeper.

"Oliver, this year's our year!" Fred said giving Oliver a pat on the back.

"We'll do it, Oliver!" Angelina exclaimed throwing a fist in the year which bumped against Gwen who fell at the sudden push.

Gwen sat up from her position on the floor. "Yeah, definitely!" She exclaimed as she rubbed her back, Angelina gave Gwen an apologetic look.