Flying with the Cannons
Rating: K
Genre: General
The uniform clashed with his hair. The team was the worst in the league. He was too good for the place. None of this mattered to Ron. He was living his dream, finally, flying with the Cannons. He had never thought it was possible, but when he saw the notice in the Daily Prophet, shouting at him that the Chudley Cannons themselves were in need of a keeper, he immediately started practicing. Because that spot on the team was HIS. And when he made it on the team he knew that his joy would have made the bloody best patronus he had ever seen.
There was more to it than just being part of the quidditch team that he loved; it was about making a name for himself. It was about finding a place in the world, which was once disturbed by the turmoil only a war could cause, about being able to go out and be himself, without worrying about being killed.
It was about turning around a team that had been, for so long, trampled over by everyone else, as he had once been. It was about having the spotlight on him, for once, because he had helped this team to the league championships for the first time in over a century.
But this wasn't going to happen in a year, or even a few years. He had to work himself up the ranks—he had to become the captain— if he wanted his dream to translate into reality. And for the Cannons Ron Weasley was a patient man. The fact that the team was shoddy, that the colors clashed with his hair, that he was looked down upon for 'lowering himself' so, none of it mattered. For he was flying with the cannons, finally.
A/N: another totally random drabble that popped in my head at like 3 in the morn...enjoy! reviews would be nice =)