Quidditch Intermission
Chapter 2
Weasleys
It was the end of summer and Grian Troy was to be found dangling lazily across her bed, packing her suitcase with her wand, an 11 inch hornbeam with a leprechaun hair core.
"Grian, are you nearly ready?" Her father shouted from downstairs.
"Ya, coming" she replied, while levitating the rest of her belongings into her trunk and taking one last glance around her room to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything.
"Locomotor trunk" she said lazily and headed down the stairs with her trunk following obligingly. Once she entered the living room, she met both her parents standing by the fireplace, ready to say goodbye to her.
"Well, see you soon probably" she shrugged to them before they both in turn engulfed her in a hugs and kisses.
"Oh we'll miss you!" Gemma whispered while almost cutting off circulation.
"You'll see me soon!" Grian laughed at her parents while filling her hand with floo powder and sending her trunk through the floo network.
"Ok, bye!" She said before throwing the remaining powder into the flames and stepping into the large fireplace.
"The Burrow, British network" She shouted and immediately felt her body lurch into the network of millions of fires, spinning faster and faster until eventually the fireplaces began to get clearer and slow down.
Grian stepped out into the Weasleys living room, leaving soot all over their fireplace. Mrs. Weasley rushed forward and engulfed her in a tight embrace. Grian barely had a chance to say,
"Hello Mrs. Weasley!"
"Grian deary, ooh you look so grown up! Oh gosh, they really ought to clean that network, just look at you." Mrs. Weasley was attempting to brush soot of Grian when two red haired boys tried to burst through the kitchen door at the same time, getting stuck in the process. Eventually deciding that going through one at a time was a logical thing to do, they both greeted Grian with a bear hug and a tossing of her hair!
"About time, we're all ready to play out on the paddock, come on!" Fred almost yelled at her in excitement. Grian gave one more smile at Molly Weasley before been dragged outside by the twins.
"Woh, wait a second. Accio firebolt. Ok good to go."
With her firebolt in her hand and the twins around her arms, they made their way to a paddock the Weasleys used to play quidditch, which was conveniently hidden from muggles by a big orchard. Already sitting in the grass were Ginny, Ron, Percy and someone Grian didn't know. George seemed to realise this and introduced them.
"Grian this is Hermione, Hermione this is who we've been telling you about." Grian rolled her eyes at him and said hi to Hermione while Fred divided the group into two teams.
"Ok so how about George, Grian and Ron against me, Hermione, Ginny and Percy? Let's just play chasers and keeper." Everyone agreed and took off on their brooms to talk team tactics.
Grians POV
"Ok so Ron, you play keeper, just wing everything else and have fun, ya?" George said as the three of us huddled.
"You know we should just try to play pranks on them, jinx their brooms and stuff!" I offered to the rest. It would be really funny, plus we have an extra of-age person, not including Percy, can't imagine him jinxing anyone!
"Oh I just realised how much I missed you." George said between mock tears and an exaggerated hug.
"Ok, but start off with really subtle things so they don't realise we are doing anything!" George winked cunningly at me and we all took our positions.
Fred started off with the old quaffle that has been around the Burrow as long as I can remember. George charged up to him, while I followed. Thinking quickly, I felt my wand in my pocket and whispered "Avis" whilst pointing it at Fred. Several small birds flew up and surrounded Fred. He glanced at them funnily, giving George a chance to nip in and pluck the quaffle from under his arm. Stifling a laugh, I followed George and called for a pass below when Ginny came his way. I caught the quaffle and headed straight towards the other end; Percys flaying arms wouldn't have stopped a quaffle 3 times the size, 10-0.
Two hours later the sun was getting low in the sky as we stumbled into the Weasleys kitchen. Fred was still trying to shake of the jelly leg jinx I put on him, whilst Ron danced into the kitchen and Ginny followed him laughing uncontrollably due to the Rictusempra jinx George used. Quite the funny site really, although Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to think so, and refused to reverse the jinxes until Ron managed to kick a chair and break its leg while trying to steady himself after the effects of the tarentallegra jinx.
After a spectacular dinner we headed upstairs and piled into Fred and Georges room on the second floor.
"Read your article today Grian, says you're attending some Irish school!" Fred said while looking through stacks of paper that were stacked underneath his bed.
"Huh, I didn't think you got Quidditch Ireland over here?"
"No in Quidditch Weekly, here it's somewhere near the back." He threw the magazine at me from under the bed. I glanced at the cover; it showed a couple of chasers performing the Porskoff Ploy in the Tornados last win. Thank merlin, that would have earned me a good week of torments from the twins if it was me on the cover. I found the article, it took up about a half of a page and contained snippets of the Irish article, oh and no picture, phew!! Chucking it to the side, we all caught up on our summers and talked about Hogwarts before we were shooed to bed by Mrs. Weasley. I was staying in the twins room, surprising as I usually stayed with Ginny but I guess with Hermione there isn't much room, not complaining though, however I may have to sleep with one eye open knowing their pranks!
The next morning passed in a haze of tiredness and before I knew it we were in the Leaky Cauldron, where we were staying before heading to Kings Cross the next day. Here we met Harry Potter. Harry is pretty cool, I don't really want to stare at his forehead or make some big comment about who he is because I guess I slightly know how that feels, but still, I'm really quite amazed that I'm in the same room as Harry Potter! Anyway we spent most of the day strolling around Diagon Alley and in particular, Quality Quidditch Supplies but we left there when the assistant started following me around the shop asking me questions. When we walked out, the twins met some friend from school, who was practically drooling at the firebolt placed in the window.
"Gree-in, this is Oliver Wood our quidditch captain, Oliver, Gree-in." The twins looked at him expectantly but I, eager to please the quidditch captain gave him a big 'hello, pleased to meet you, held out my hand, but it remained unshook, so I took it back.' The boy just kinda gave me a look, he just was just staring at me. I decided I didn't really like this boy, bet he is really stuck up, the way he was looking down on me. I folded my arms and waited for the twins to finish chatting to him, although he didn't say much, came across a bit thick if you ask me. He kept answering them with 'huh' or a vacant expression. The twins left him and we headed back to the leaky cauldron. They were both laughing and saying to one another, 'did you see his expression?' or 'knew he'd be like that'. Yep sounds like this guy was your typical dumb jock. Great, I'm gonna get really frustrated if he's ever my captain. Gosh I should stop muttering to myself, I'm tiring myself out!
After a big meal in the Leaky Cauldron we we're all pretty much ready for bed, although not before the twins and I snuck three glasses of Ogden's Old Firewhisky up to our room going completely unnoticed by Mr and Mrs Weasley. We all downed them at once and tried to point jinxes at Percy's room from our door. Eventually Mrs.Weasley came to tell us to stop giggling and go to bed. So we clambered back into our room and settled into the three beds that were crammed into the little room and fell straight asleep.
FYO: Grian's wand is made from hornbeam, her birth tree, which is supposed to mean she is…Of cool beauty, cares for her looks and condition, good taste, tends to egoism, makes life as comfortable as possible, leads reasonable, disciplined life, looks for kindness, an emotional partner and acknowledgment, dreams of unusual lovers, is seldom happy with her feelings, mistrusts most people, is never sure of its decisions, very conscientious.
The length is in proportion to her height 5'6 and it contains leprechaun hairwhich is knownto be somewhat temperamental to Non-Irish.