Ron W. (likeaboyscout) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2015-09-25 19:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1998 september, ava summers, ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Ava
What: Quidditch and PRACTICE HUSH HERMIONE HE PRACTICES.
When: Saturday AM
Where: The pitch
Rating: TBD
In the best of times, Ron was an unsettled young man. Not mentally of course - he was like a rock, Ron was. Always solid, always steady to Harry and Hermione's side (excluding that one time which is NOT SPOKEN OF which is already fading into memory...). Ron was someone to physically fall back on, to know that he'd be there.
But not emotionally or physically. And to be perfectly honest, there had never been a 'best of times' for Ron. He had moved from over-crowded childhood home to literally almost dying every year of school to skipping seventh year completely to.. well. This. Whatever the heck this was, it wasn't settled or solid.
Typically he'd go to chess to calm things out, the structured moves of the pieces on the board negating the effects of an unstructured life. But Ron was tired of the indoors, and as the wind began to blow colder and colder air from the highlands of the north, he knew that the days where they'd all be trapped indoors was swiftly coming. Outside was his only option.
Now, don't tell anyone, but Ron had his doubts about his quidditch capabilities, he didn't have proof of the matter. But there was evidence that his sixth year was a bit rigged in, and of course he didn't have much time last year for practice- there was a lot of catching up to do. This was why on a windy Saturday morning Ron was out on the pitch, going over drills that he had once ran with his brothers. To the left, to the bottom and again up top. Left, right bottom and up top. Over, and over and over again.
At this rate, he might even become a decent player. Either way by the time he fell himself back to the ground over two hours had passed, and he was just about out of water in his bottle.
That was going to become an issue before long...