Catch Me When I Fall ~ [George Weasley]

Chapter Four

Eleanora was mortified when Madame Pomfrey informed her she had spent four whole days in the hospital wing. She was hugely relieved when she was told she could finally leave. As promised, George was waiting for her outside the doors to the hospital wing. He was alone, which came as a surprise to Eleanora. Usually him and Fred were joined at the hip, especially when Eleanora was involved too.

"Morning trouble, feeling better?" George beamed down at Eleanora as she made her way over to him.

"Much better thank you Georgie, although..." A look of worry glazed over George's eyes. "I will be even better once I've had some food, I'm bloody starving!" Eleanora giggled as George breathed a sigh of relief. They locked arms and began to make their way to breakfast. Both the twins watched as Eleanora ate everything she could get her hands on, trying to stifle their laughs as she was completely immersed in the meal before her.

"What?" She questioned as she noticed them staring. "I have barely eaten in 4 days thanks to you blithering idiots so sod off and let me enjoy my breakfast." George and Fred both shot their hands up in defense and chuckled quietly. Before long they were all finished and Eleanora was stuffed. She inwardly thanked Merlin that it was a Saturday so she didn't have any lessons to rush off to. Looking around the Great Hall, it wasn't hard to notice the eerie tension that loomed over the heads of nearly every body in the room. Today was the day of the Gryffindor quidditch match, where they were initially set to play Slytherin but had only found out that morning that their opponents would instead be Hufflepuff. The weather conditions outside were less than desirable, with torrential rain, gale-force winds, and rolling thunder. This was not going to be an easy win for either team.

"Hey Lenny?" George's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Umhmm?" Eleanora replied, turning to face him where he sat next to her. George shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Fred watched with a look as though he was waiting for something specific to come from George's mouth. "Is everything okay Georgie?" She asked, her voice slightly laced with concern as she saw George nervously playing with his hands on the table.

"Yeah fine...all good" he replied "never mind, it's nothing. Don't worry about it." He shot Eleanora a quick smile before continuing. "Shall we head to pitch?" Eleanora and Lee nodded in agreement, but she couldn't help but notice Fred roll his eyes as he stood up from the bench.

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Eleanor parted ways with her friends as they reached the pitch, Fred and George heading off to meet their team in the changing rooms, Lee heading to his commentating position, and she heading into the stands. The weather truly was abysmal, the minute the four friends stepped outside they were instantly soaked. Eleanora pulled at her hood, desperately trying to keep it up in the wind. The stands around her began to fill with students, dripping to such an extent that they could easily have been mistaken for having jumped fully clothed into a swimming pool. But despite the poor weather, spirits were still relatively high. As the scarlet-clad quidditch team emerged from the changing rooms, the entire stand in which Eleanora sat erupted with applause and cheers.

Her eyes scanned the foggy scene before her as the game commenced. Despite the horrific conditions and subsequent poor visibility, it took her less than a minute to locate George and Fred. George was hovering towards the left side of the pitch, watching his teammates and their opponents intently. Fred was doing the same but to the right. Cedric was also playing and she picked him out too, his canary yellow robes dulled by the rainwater darkening everywhere it touched.
It was hard to keep up with what was going on. Eleanora began to rely entirely on Lee Jordan's commentary, although even that was disjointed. Even in his position at the top of the stand, visibility was still a challenge.
She took to simply cheering when every other Gryffindor cheered, booing when they booed, and gasping when they gasped.