Little Badger - R.W.

3 - Quidditch Pitch

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Diana had just finished her study session with Blythe and Beatrice and had decided on walking around for a bit.

She was just walking past the Quidditch Pitch, not giving much of a thought.

She was never really that good at flying but she was still able to hold herself up. So it was an understatement that she didn't even try getting on her house team, leaving the sport to Beatrice and Blythe.

The two were really great at the games, playing different positions. Blythe was one of the chasers while Beatrice was the keeper and they would both get very competitive before a game, always insulting each other at the time.

But as soon as the game was over, they went back to normal like nothing had ever happened.

At first this was all very weird to Diana but she had grown used to their teasing and would sometimes even get in on the teasing with the two.

As she was walking, she started to notice a figure in the middle of the pitch sitting with their head down, the broomstick forgotten on their side.

A quaffle was also next to the person, making Diana assume that they were practicing. She noticed the red and gold uniform the person wore as she started walking closer to them.

She knew Quidditch tryouts for the Gryffindor team wouldn't be happening this week yet as Fred had told her. As she got closer to them, she noticed the familiar red hair.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" As he heard her, he lifted his head up giving a small smile to the girl.

"Hi. Just trying to practice."

"Alone?" Diana sat in front of him, crossing her legs as she put her bag on her lap and looked at him.

"I was trying to. It's not working very well." Diana ruffled through her bag, taking out two small bars of chocolate as she handed one to him. He inspected the wrapping suspiciously, not recognizing the brand. "What's this?"

"It's a muggle chocolate. My granny sends them sometimes." Diana unwrapped the packaging taking a bite out of it. Ron watched her before he did the same, still looking at the wrapping that said Snickers in big letters. "What position are you trying for?"

"Seeker. But I'm rubbish at it."

"Oh I'm sure you are great at it. I can help you practice a bit? I'm not great at it but I can try if it'll help you." She finished the chocolate quickly, stuffing the paper on her bag before she got up from the ground, offering a hand to him.

He gently took it, getting up with her help. The soft feeling of his hand on hers made her whole body warm as her face got red.

She let go of his hand after a while, looking away from him before she cleared her throat.