Post by VIOLET MARIELLYN WEASLEY on Sept 20, 2011 4:29:04 GMT -5
Ah, he loved the Quidditch pitch after the rain. Sure it was muddy, but like hell he cared about that. He was going to be up in the sky, and it wasn't like it hadn't dried up a bit. Oh, yes, Fred Weasley definitely liked the rain. He often got in trouble for it when he was younger, randomly running around in the rain while the little, more sensible children stayed inside. Unfortunately for his parents, Fred Weasley was not sensible. He liked having fun and having fun was the first thing on his list of things to do everyday. He didn't care much for rules, and he didn't really care if he broke them or not. He didn't care for detention, either, as long as it didn't conflict with the more important things in his life. Aka Quidditch.
He loved Quidditch. Being raised by parents who were in Quidditch teams before, it wasn't much of a surprise. His uncles and aunts would often joke about how Quidditch was the first thing they taught little Freddie to do, and truth be told, he was rather sure it was. Fred couldn't even remember a time when he didn't know about flying broomsticks nor not being on one. Heck, he still had that little toy broomstick in his room, albeit it didn't fly anymore. But that was alright, because he still had his own with him, which he had over one shoulder, walking across the Pitch.
Fred was in normal clothes - a simple, striped, red and gray shirt with a hoodie above it, paired with blue jeans and sneakers. He wore a beanie over his red hair, pulling it down a bit as he finally reached the Quidditch pitch, dragging along the chest that contained the three balls for the sport. Really, if he had to pick any position, he would be Beater. For multiple reasons. One, you get to beat balls around. Two, if you were lucky, you hit them towards someone you really dislike (and hopefully break their face). And last, his dad played Beater and to his knowledge, so did his dad's twin. That was a good enough reason for him.
Ugh, he was getting frustrated again. Sighing, Fred sat on the chest, and placed his broom on the ground. He was waiting for Violet, his cousin, and one of his best friends. Fred had invited her to go and play with him, considering he'd just got on the team and he needed the practice. He'd missed playing Quidditch with her, and just hanging out in general. Just the two of them. It was hard when they were busy, usually seeing each other in the corridors or during meal times (where Fred would casually walk over to the Ravenclaw table and sit with her, or drag her to the Gryffindor table). But that was different because there were loads of people around. He was curious to know what was going on in her life right now
He loved Quidditch. Being raised by parents who were in Quidditch teams before, it wasn't much of a surprise. His uncles and aunts would often joke about how Quidditch was the first thing they taught little Freddie to do, and truth be told, he was rather sure it was. Fred couldn't even remember a time when he didn't know about flying broomsticks nor not being on one. Heck, he still had that little toy broomstick in his room, albeit it didn't fly anymore. But that was alright, because he still had his own with him, which he had over one shoulder, walking across the Pitch.
Fred was in normal clothes - a simple, striped, red and gray shirt with a hoodie above it, paired with blue jeans and sneakers. He wore a beanie over his red hair, pulling it down a bit as he finally reached the Quidditch pitch, dragging along the chest that contained the three balls for the sport. Really, if he had to pick any position, he would be Beater. For multiple reasons. One, you get to beat balls around. Two, if you were lucky, you hit them towards someone you really dislike (and hopefully break their face). And last, his dad played Beater and to his knowledge, so did his dad's twin. That was a good enough reason for him.
Ugh, he was getting frustrated again. Sighing, Fred sat on the chest, and placed his broom on the ground. He was waiting for Violet, his cousin, and one of his best friends. Fred had invited her to go and play with him, considering he'd just got on the team and he needed the practice. He'd missed playing Quidditch with her, and just hanging out in general. Just the two of them. It was hard when they were busy, usually seeing each other in the corridors or during meal times (where Fred would casually walk over to the Ravenclaw table and sit with her, or drag her to the Gryffindor table). But that was different because there were loads of people around. He was curious to know what was going on in her life right now