Post by lucy on Nov 29, 2008 19:23:39 GMT -5
Today was just a normal day. School had been back for a week and already Molly was making a splash in reality. She was ace-ing her classes. Things were going well for the newly sixteen year-old Gryffindor. She couldn’t wait for the Season to begin, she had played the Seeker position in the year previously and was anticipating the new tryouts. Still unsure of what to try out for, she was internally debating between Seeker or Chaser, which she had played as a third and fourth year before switching to Seeker.
Oh, how Molly had relished the moments that she and her cousins had over the summer. They had all hung out at Grandmum Weasley’s and had a blast with their own little Quidditch Teams up in the Orchard. She was usually Seeker or Chaser on whichever team she had been on. Since she was one of the youngest Weasley-Potter grandchildren, most of her cousins long "grown up" there hadn't been that many people playing their mock matches this year, but enough to get by, which was good enough for Molly. Before, their teams had consisted of all three of the Potter Children, James, Albus and Lily, and the other miscellaneous Weasley Children. That included herself and Lucy, Fred and Roxy and Hugo and Rose. Dominique and Victoire sometimes would play their games with them so that was always fun.
So, the few Weasley cousins was ready for a new year. Already James and Albus had been on the team in previous years, Lily was on the Gryffindor Team last year. That was no surprise, seeing as their mother, and Molly’s partial namesake, was a former Chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies. They had the blood of the game coursing through their veins. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin had been lucky to have the older Potter boys.
Molly made her way to the Quidditch Pitch early Saturday morning. She knew she wasn't really supposed to be here. The Pitch was usually reserved for team practices and matches, but the season hadn't even started yet, so there wasn't really a reason why she could be there. Besides, there were no classes on Saturdays and most normal people didn’t get up this early to play Quidditch. Molly was different though; it was the one things that she did. Music and her avid love of sports. She was usually known for her troublemaking, from time to time, but this was one of her more popular things. She was also known for her acrobatic stunts. She loved Gymnastics, even thought it was a Muggle Sport and she was Half-Blood, it gave her such a rush, being able to flip through the air like nothing.
In her hand was her broom, a gift from her Uncle George last year. Her father, Percy, had never approved of Quidditch that much, so most of her Quidditch supplies she received from her Uncle George. Harry and Ron had also given her some toy brooms when she was little, but ever since they had passed, things had never been the same. They had been so brilliant when it came to stuff like that.
Molly mounted her broom effortlessly and kicked off neatly. She soared straight up, feeling the wind toss her dark hair about her pale face. That was another thing about Quidditch, feeling the wind in your face. She exhaled loudly as she came to a stop, hovering about fifty feet up, surveying the barren Pitch with an odd intrest. [/font]
Oh, how Molly had relished the moments that she and her cousins had over the summer. They had all hung out at Grandmum Weasley’s and had a blast with their own little Quidditch Teams up in the Orchard. She was usually Seeker or Chaser on whichever team she had been on. Since she was one of the youngest Weasley-Potter grandchildren, most of her cousins long "grown up" there hadn't been that many people playing their mock matches this year, but enough to get by, which was good enough for Molly. Before, their teams had consisted of all three of the Potter Children, James, Albus and Lily, and the other miscellaneous Weasley Children. That included herself and Lucy, Fred and Roxy and Hugo and Rose. Dominique and Victoire sometimes would play their games with them so that was always fun.
So, the few Weasley cousins was ready for a new year. Already James and Albus had been on the team in previous years, Lily was on the Gryffindor Team last year. That was no surprise, seeing as their mother, and Molly’s partial namesake, was a former Chaser for the Hollyhead Harpies. They had the blood of the game coursing through their veins. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin had been lucky to have the older Potter boys.
Molly made her way to the Quidditch Pitch early Saturday morning. She knew she wasn't really supposed to be here. The Pitch was usually reserved for team practices and matches, but the season hadn't even started yet, so there wasn't really a reason why she could be there. Besides, there were no classes on Saturdays and most normal people didn’t get up this early to play Quidditch. Molly was different though; it was the one things that she did. Music and her avid love of sports. She was usually known for her troublemaking, from time to time, but this was one of her more popular things. She was also known for her acrobatic stunts. She loved Gymnastics, even thought it was a Muggle Sport and she was Half-Blood, it gave her such a rush, being able to flip through the air like nothing.
In her hand was her broom, a gift from her Uncle George last year. Her father, Percy, had never approved of Quidditch that much, so most of her Quidditch supplies she received from her Uncle George. Harry and Ron had also given her some toy brooms when she was little, but ever since they had passed, things had never been the same. They had been so brilliant when it came to stuff like that.
Molly mounted her broom effortlessly and kicked off neatly. She soared straight up, feeling the wind toss her dark hair about her pale face. That was another thing about Quidditch, feeling the wind in your face. She exhaled loudly as she came to a stop, hovering about fifty feet up, surveying the barren Pitch with an odd intrest. [/font]