■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

Quidditch through the ages

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"What on Earth are you doing?" Gwen asked when she entered back into the warm dorm after her morning shower. Angelina was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed and humming to herself. 

"I'm meditating. Helps you calm your nerves down." Angelina replied with her eyes still closed and then presumed with her humming.

Today was the first Quidditch game of the season and everyone was feeling anxious.

"Okay then. Come on get up, we have to get ready." Gwen told Angelina as she took out her Quidditch uniform from her trunk. "Shh. You're messing with my mojo!" 

Alicia sighed once she finished polishing her broomstick. "Just let her be, she'll be ready when she is." Gwen nodded her head and got dressed.

After she changed, she grabbed her broomstick that laid with Angelina's by the window. She took one look out of the window and one glance of the weather was enough to make her shiver.

"This is very depressing," Gwen stated as she kept looking at the grey clouds and pouring rain. "The weather is only getting worse, it's going to be a hard game." 

Alicia went behind her and placed her hands on her shoulders as a source of comfort. "There's nothing to worry about. It's only a little rain, what's the worst thing that could happen?" Gwen refrained from saying anything else.

Both Gwen and Alicia knew that it was indeed something to worry about, despite their attempts to make things better. "I'm going to get some breakfast."

Gwen grabbed her broom and a hairband to tie her unruly hair up. "See you later."
  
The nervous girl descended left the Common Room. She could hear Sir Cadogan yell after her but Gwen paid no attention to the babbling idiot. 

"Oh suck it! I'm not in the mood this morning!" Gwen yelled in annoyance. The last thing she needed was a headache.

The Great Hall was nearly empty at that hour since the game didn't start until the afternoon.

Gwen sat at the table, placing her Nimbus 2000 beside her. While she was pulling her hair up in a ponytail she felt the presence of someone sitting in front of her.

Gwen looked up and gave a smile. "Well, hello there Harry. How may I help you?" Gwen asked as she checked her reflection in the silver goblet.

"Listen, I've been meaning to ask you this for some time, it's about the dementors," Harry explained.

Gwen shivered a bit at the mention of the dreadful creatures. "What about them?" She asked, grabbing a bowl of porridge. She hoped that Harry couldn't detect the fright in her voice that she tried to hide.

"You remember the effect they had on you and I. Do you know anyway, a spell of some sort, to get rid of them?" Harry asked with desperation in his voice. Gwen dropped her spoon gently in her bowl.

"I do know of a spell, the Patronus Charm but I haven't been able to cast it. It's difficult to master. You have to think of a happy memory and cast the incantation. May sound easy but trust me it isn't." 

Gwen noticed the way that Harry's face died down at the news. Her heart ached for him, she could tell how much the dementors bothered him.

Gwen reached out and grabbed his hand causing Harry to look up instantly. "I'm sorry that I'm not of much help but maybe you could ask Professor Lupin. I'm sure he would be happy to help." 

Gwen saw the rest of the team arrive in a group that was lead by Oliver. Oliver had a look so intense and focused that Gwen mistook it for constipation.