Harry and Ron trudged up the marble steps toward the castle, their bodies speckled with mud after just finishing practice. Their hair was tousled by the wind, and Harry futilely attempted to smooth out the chaos.
"Angelina is the second Wood, I should've realized that earlier," Ron grumbled, though he was already looking forward to the first match. "I really hope we face Slytherin first so I can teach Malfoy a lesson. He won't get a single goal past !"
"He's a Seeker, not a Chaser," Ginny reminded him.
"I know that," Ron quickly anded. "I'll stop him from getting the Snitch, and you guard the goal. Perfect teamwork between us."
Ginny rolled her eyes.
Harry perked up a bit, addressing Ginny. "You fly really well, could easily make the team this year. Why not give it a shot?"
"Next year works too," Ginny ran her fingers through her hair. "I want to wait until Fred and George graduate."
"Did they bother you?" Ron asked keenly. "I can sort them out for you."
"That doesn't sound very convincing," Ginny deadpanned.
"Well, I ant—" Ron trailed off, realizing. "You could write to Mum and complain." A peculiar glint shone in his eyes. "She hasn't received a howler in ages, quite nostalgic..."
"Pass," Ginny said. "I just don't want more gossip. You know, adding
to the team would an four Weasleys. Quite a lot."
Harry noticed her subtle side, and to be fair, the comnt sounded almost dismissive, as if she was certain of making the team.
Ron seed to register this just then, counting on his fingers. "Fred, George, ... yeah, if you join, over half the players would be Weasleys. Ha, not a bad thought!" He chuckled, but neither Harry nor Ginny paid him any mind.
"What position are you aiming for?" Harry asked.
"Chaser," Ginny replied.
Harry cocked his head, giving her a sidelong glance. Ginny pursed her lips, smiling. "Okay, I was kidding. I think I'll go for Beater. I like the feeling of smacking Bludgers at people's faces."
Harry suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, perhaps from too much wind... he better visit Madam Pomfrey for a cold redy.
"You'll help , right?" Ginny stared at him.
"What?" Harry looked puzzled.
"Train with ."
"Oh, uh, sure," Harry said, trying hard not to show his confusion.
Lately, he'd felt a strange sensation—Quidditch's allure didn't seem as strong as before. Ever since Angelina asked him at the beginning of term, a faint feeling had been growing. It had been over a month, and he couldn't pretend it was just a passing feeling.
What was the reason?
Harry contemplated seriously. Firstly, occasional Quidditch gas wouldn't be turned down—after all, it was one of the few things that relaxed him. But spending a lot of ti on it felt less worthwhile; he might as well organize another Dueling Club eting.
Susan Bones' suggestion about informing the Student Alliance of the Dueling Club seed sensible. The club now comprised not only Gryffindor students but initially Luna, later joined by students from other houses like Susan Bones, Ernie, Justin, among others. Of course, Harry wasn't sure how long they'd persist; to him, these people were more interested in the magical adventures of him, Ron, and Hermione—whether it was the youngest Triwizard champion or the events at the graveyard after the third task.
Though Ron had recounted his story several tis, it underwent several versions; from "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes laughed at the Heart-Piercing Curse" to "Ron bravely fought Death Eaters
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