Dreaming of Quidditch
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
A/N: This is for the Globetrotter Drabble Competition, and this is for the prompt given by the city: Edinburgh, Scotland. Please enjoy!
Ginny had always watched her older brothers fly around on their brooms, playing mini games of Quidditch in their backyard. The six year old was determined that she would fly in the sky, despite her brothers' discouragement that because she was just a girl, she couldn't play it as well as them. She wouldn't ever be able to fly as good as them – they kept saying relentlessly. It wasn't fair. Ginny might be a girl, but that shouldn't stop her from doing what she wanted to, right? She couldn't help whom she was born as, and with that a desire burned in her chest.
Ginny wanted to prove them wrong, and wanted to play the exciting sport that she had watched for as long as she could remember. She had been to the Quidditch World Cup, and had seen the zipping flyers and their dazzling tricks, and Ginny wanted to imitate them and to be them.
No, that was wrong - Ginny wanted to be better – she wanted to be the best. Forget just proving it to her pigheaded older brothers, Ginny would show them all that the "runt of the litter" had what it took to be the best. Her gender didn't hinder her soon-to-be-shown talent, if anything, it made her special and stronger.
There were not many female Quidditch players competitively, but she would make it. She had to. There was no other option.
So that afternoon, Ginny stopped watching – stopped living through her brothers - and spent the entire day struggling with one of her older brothers' brooms – trying to get it to lift itself in the air, and into her grasp. Though she came close, Ginny didn't manage to complete her goal. Despite this, she didn't give up – she wouldn't give up. She would endlessly pursue her dream, she was in love with brooms and Quidditch, and Ginny had the courage and the determination to see it to its actualization.
Quidditch made the six year old feel alive, it made her excited, and happy, and she couldn't stop smiling whenever she thought of it, or talked about it, so it was obvious that a grin - that stretched cheek to cheek- was on her face when she first tried to play with the broom.
Ginny Weasley: a Quidditch star. The thought made a permanent stain on her mind, which made her shiver with excitement. The feeling was certainly worth sneaking into the family broom shed, and trying to play her brothers' brooms.
(Which is why she kept doing it again, and again.)
