Harry Potter Alphabet
In which there is a character and a one shot for every letter.
Gwenog was an excellent Quidditch player and captain of the all-female Quidditch team, the Holyhead Harpies
G is for Gwenog Jones
"There's a Potions essay due tomorrow, a Charms paper due the next day, a practical exam in Transfiguration the day after that, and," Gwenog took off and whatever her teammate was complaining about was lost in the wind.
She had missed this the most when she was away from Hogwarts. Here, on her broom, she was safe and no one could catch her. They could try of course, but the sky was her realm of safety. No one would ruin that with talk of school. In fact most voices could not be heard so high, her team had to shout to communicate. She smiled. That meant most of them opted to abandon talking altogether and attempted some sort of demented gesturing system that got their point across, at the amusement of the other members of the team.
She did a loop around the stadium as the rest of her team trickled in. They were coming late already and it was only the second practice after tryouts. She sighed and shook her head; those thoughts weren't her concern up here. She zoomed on her broom, pushing it to its limit and spiraling around the goal posts on the opposite end of the pitch before returning to the ground where the rest of her team was waiting.
They never seemed to understand her joy of flying, taking to Quidditch simply to pass the time, be active, or try and "get the girls" as her beaters told her (they never understood why they had no luck either). To them practice meant flying around a bit, getting chewed out for not taking it seriously enough, and then having a laugh at her expense. It showed when they got killed game after game because they didn't prepare.
Gwenog didn't need them to love flying as much as she did, if they did she would never get a moment's peace, but she wanted them to understand it. Maybe tell her she was normal once in a while. Give her a pat on the back for her hard work and her improving performance. They didn't. No matter what she did, they weren't trying any harder to understand.
And that's why, she vowed, one day, I will be the best Quidditch player out there. Then they will have to understand.
Author's Note: So, that's the end of it then. I apologize for making you all wait so long (if any of you still care about it) for a short and not quite worth it last letter, but I won't make excuses except to say life got in the way.
I hope you enjoyed the Harry Potter Alphabet!