After pratice chatting [Open to Ginny] Who: Angelina & Ginny What: Chat after Quidditch practice Where: Holyhead Island, Wales When: Afternoon of Thursday May 14th Status: In Progress.
Angelina was bruised, just a little bloody and covered in grass and dirt stains. She was also smiling brilliantly, her broom in one hand and the Quaffle under her arm before she tossed it back in its box. Practice had gone well. They had a game in two days and had to be in tip-top shape. In Angie's opinion, they were.
"Gins, that was some excellent flying," Angie crowed, draping an arm around her friend. "I think that broom of yours was completely made for you. You zip around fast as our Seeker on that thing." Angie was one of few people on the team who'd seen Ginny flying back when she was still coming into her own. She was mightiliy impressed at how she'd flown then, and even more so now. Though with brother like hers and Harry as an influence, it'd be unbelievable if Ginny didn't fly well.