■ Unfortunate Soul ■ Fred Weasley ■

Victory and Terror

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After hours of ruthless practice and nail-biting anticipation, the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw finally arrived. The match that would determine whether or not they would progress to the final.

Was there excitement around the school?

Yeah.

Was Gwen Hamilton nervous as hell?

Double yeah.

Though her nervousness was quickly masked by excitement as Harry was showing off his Firebolt during breakfast. Everyone came up to get a closer glimpse of it. Some people even took a few pictures.

"I love the fact that everyone is more excited about the broom than the match," Gwen stated sarcastically as she poured herself a cup of peppermint tea.

"Of course everyone is excited about the broom! Merlin's beard, it's a Firebolt!" Alicia exclaimed as she blindly poured orange juice into a goblet.

Her eyes never left the Firebolt which caused the goblet to overflow.

"AWICIA!" George exclaimed with a mouth full of toast. Some of the orange juice fell onto his lap, leaving a rather large stain on his trousers. Frankly, it looked as if he pissed himself. He sighed as he picked at the pieces of pulp that got stuck.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Alicia maintained eye contact with the broomstick and dropped her butterknife into the orange juice. The weight of the knife caused it to topple over and the rest of the liquid continued pouring all over George's lap.

"Are you still not speaking to me?" Fred asked hesitantly. Gwen refused to look at him even though he was right in front of her. She instead played with a teaspoon to look busy.

"Because if you're angry with me then I'm sorry. I stepped out of line and I apologise for being negative towards Cedric. I won't make fun of him... well at least not in front of you." Fred joked but Gwen looked at him blankly.

"I miss you and I'm sorry. I can't stand the thought of you hating me." Fred added. Gwen smiled slightly. "Like I could ever hate you."

Fred grinned. "So, are we good?" Gwen nodded. "We're good."

"Thank Godric, you two made up. I don't want you to throw off your game because you're mad at each other." Oliver exclaimed from Fred's right. The man was looking at his team and paid close attention to what they were eating. He wanted to make sure that they got all the nutrients that they needed.

"You just ruined the moment," Harry muttered, with one eye still on his broom.

"I didn't!" Oliver exclaimed. Fred and Gwen looked at each other and then at Oliver. "You did." They said simultaneously with grins on both their faces.

"Nice broom, Harry. You've found quite a superb replacement from your Nimbus." The Gryffindor team turned at the sight of Cedric who came to congratulate Harry.

Cedric looked at the broom in awe. Gwen could tell that he wanted to ask Harry more about it, but he didn't say anything. Probably he didn't want to push his luck

"Thanks, Cedric," Harry replied with a polite smile on his face. "Good luck on the game today." He said and everyone murmured thanks, even the reluctant Oliver.