For a moment, the flash of red hair disturbed Anthony. He let the feeling go. Ginny Weasley was hardly the figure Anthony had seen only out of the corner of his eye during a nightmare. He refused to let it affect him in the light of day.
Besides, Justin was right. Harry would have loved this. Anthony realized that this was probably a more fitting memorial. It wasn't for The Boy Who Lived, but rather for a boy who lived. What could be more fitting than celebrating life?
"Do you remember Harry's first game? I didn't have any hope for him at first. Being the youngest player is impressive, but when he lost control of the broom and it seemed like his Quidditch career was over before it could begin." Anthony grinned. "I thought Slytherin would riot after he caught the snitch in his mouth."