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Angelina Marie Johnson Weasley (quafflemom) wrote in breaking_point,

"It is a shame about Quidditch," Angie said. "But if you'd like, we could go flying sometime. It'll help you stay in form, and I'm sure your father would enjoy it too. Maybe even some of your Uncles. Fred, George, Harry, Ginny and I were all on the team together at Hogwarts. I'm sure if we asked nicely we could get them and some of the cousins to play a pick up game or two. It might be fun."

Matching the socks in her hand, she pulled out a pair of pants, one of Alex's, and laid it out to fold. "I understand the frustration," she continued. "The alternative physical education program is taking off nicely, but I miss getting out on a broom. Almost makes me wish I'd never retired for playing professionally." She grinned then. "But if I didn't, you and your brother would never have been born, and I wouldn't wish that for the world."

She leaned over then, and kissed her daughter's forehead, not caring that she was continually being the sappy, doting mother. Lately she'd just had the urge to hold her children whenever she could, tell them she loved them and such. She didn't mind it though. She really did love her kids.