Ron Weasley (![]() ![]() @ 2012-04-05 21:33:00 |
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”Wait til we get back to school. I can’t wait to tell Seamus about how good Kenmare played. I’d almost support them if I didn’t love the Cannons so much. Their Keeper is bloody brilliant! I can’t wait to get back on my broom and try that block, un-be-liev-able! I’ll bet Wood is thinking the same thing. If I didn’t know any better I’d say it was an accident, but the speed and agility that they covered the hoops with? Unreal. Bloody hell.” Ron was rambling, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t remember the last time he was in such good spirits. He and Hermione had gone to see Puddlemere United VS Kenmare Kestrels the previous evening, and it had been so good that he was yet to come down from his high. To thank Hermione’s parents for letting him stay there, and to thank Hermione again for the brilliant birthday present of the Quidditch tickets, he had insisted on getting dinner. Ron couldn’t cook very well, but he knew of a really good takeaway, and there wasn’t a Union Jack loving Brit who didn’t appreciate a good fish ‘n’ chips. “That was seriously brilliant,” Ron said to Hermione as they walked through the quieter streets of London while the day turned to evening. He looked over at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned, nudging her with his arm. “Best present ever. Thanks again.” |