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Quarter Life Crisis

Quidditch is life.

Ginny lay in the grass in the middle of the Harpies' home stadium. She inhaled deeply taking in the smell of the grass. She closed her eyes and pictured her first time stepping out onto this pitch for a match. She could hear the screaming of the fans in the stands. Her heart sped as she remembered taking off to the cheers of the crowd. She reminisced of the feeling after scoring her very first goal for her team.

She had been playing Quidditch for as long as she could remember. It was Charlie who had taught her how to fly and from then on she knew flying would be a part of her life forever. She had always played chaser when she played with her brothers. There were many occasions when Fred or George would get overly excited and knock her off her broom with a well-aimed bludger.

Ginny's hands went instinctively to her stomach. She had been knocked from her broom on many occasions during her time with the Harpies as well. She had been pounded by bludgers and chasers of the opposite team twelve times in just the last match. Was everything okay? Was she in this situation at that time? She wasn't sure.

She lay in the grass until the sun began to cast long shadows across the pitch. She stood and mounted her broom. She took off and zipped around the pitch at top speed. She raised an arm above her head the way she and her teammates would during a victory lap, the roar of the crowd ringing in her head. She didn't want to forget the sound of their love for her, for her team. There was nothing like it.

She landed carefully and slung her broom over her shoulder. In the changing room she dressed in her regular clothes. She ran her fingers along the embossed Potter nameplate on her locker. She took it off, tucking it in her pocket. She folded up her practice clothes and packed them in the duffle she kept in her locker. She stopped at the door on her way out and took a long look at the changing room.

Slowly she made her way to the captain's office. She took an envelope from her pocket and slid it under the door and quickly Disapparated before Gwenog could get to it.

Quidditch was life.


A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything, but life, namely nursing school, got in the way. Things have slowed down a little now so hopefully I'll be back to posting more often.

9.1- Don't let it fall to pieces I don't wanna know what life is Without the sound of your love - Hopeful Heart by Jason Walker

WC: 400

Also written for the Harry Potter D&D competition, the Chapter Title Acrostic challenge: Quidditch pitch, and the Restricted Collection challenge: no dialogue