100 Thoughts, 100 Prompts
Fred Weasley/Oc
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4. Sliding
"I'm sliding off my broom!" Bree complained, glaring at the back of Oliver's head with a look that could kill (if it was possible of course). "I know, I am too." Harry replied quietly. "Why do we have to practice so early in the morning in this weather anyways?" She received a shrug in response and almost did fall off her broom when Oliver turned and started yelling at them. "Oi! You know why we need to be practicing so early!" He snapped as the rest of the team headed towards them.
"We have that match against Slytherin next week! We need practice." Bree rolled her eyes at his explaination. They started their practise, zooming around the pitch as the rain beat down on thie backs. At one point, Bree really did slide off her broom, letting out a cry of surprise as she fell, right into Fred's arms. "Careful Bumble Bee" he whispered, smirking at her. "Oh shut up, everyones sliding off their brooms today!"
