Hello my friends! I had a little break for round 7 of houses, so this is round 8! For my drabble, I have picked the prompt (color) royal blue. Let's cut to the chase and gooooo!Note: I took a bit of inspiration for my story from the invention of the color, not necessarily the color itself.

Word Count: 538

Betas: Aya Diefair, Butterflies765

It was a warm summer evening, and Ron was up on a broomstick, just as he had done hundreds of times through the years. The sky was the perfect shade of royal blue that appeared just as the sun was beginning to set. This time, however, was different. This time, he had his daughter with him.

"Again!" Rose exclaimed, as she and her father came for a landing. Ron grinned at his six year old daughter, pleased that she had taken to it so quickly. He had been waiting ever since she had been born to take her up on a broom for the first time.

"We have to have dinner now," Ron replied. "We can go up again tomorrow, okay?"

Rose's shoulders slumped at this. "Do we have to?"

Ron chuckled. "I promise we'll keep flying, Rosie."

Little did Ron know that this would spark a love of flying in his daughter. By the time she started Hogwarts, she was more comfortable on a broom than any other first year student. Madame Hooch urged Headmistress McGonagall to bend the first year rule to allow Rose to join the Gryffindor house team, but that didn't happen.

In second year, she proved herself and became the Gryffindor Keeper. When Rose played, no one got a goal past her. Through her years, she became an invaluable member of the team, and in her sixth year, became the captain when James graduated. She led her team to victory, and won both seasons she captained.

All this led her to be standing in a pair of brand new robes. She had been accepted onto her favorite Quidditch team, the Kenmare Kestrels. The team manager, a firm but fun woman named Ionia Maksy, had noticed her while watching the games at Hogwarts, and contacted her very soon after she had graduated, offering her the chance to try out.

"Nervous?"

Rose looked over to find fellow new recruit George Banner, and grinned. "Would you believe me if I said no?"

George chuckled. "I feel the same. But, Rose, do you think Ionia would have picked us if we weren't up to the job?"

"Guess not," Rose admitted. "I know I'll be completely fine as soon as I get into the air. Everything snaps into perspective then, you know?"

George nodded. "It's always been that way for me, too."

"Ever since my dad first took me on my first broom ride, I've always loved the experience. I doubt he ever thought I'd be here when he did that. I want to make everyone proud."

"You will," he assured her.

They were quiet for a few minutes, before the rest of the team slowly started to arrive and get ready. They all passed on wishes of luck and confidence in her abilities. Their practice sessions had gone perfectly, they all knew what to expect.

Finally, they all stood before the entry to the pitch, prepared to fly out onto the field.

Ginny followed the others onto the pitch.

As she soared into the sky, she remembered her very first broom ride. The sky was the exact same shade of blue. It gave her confidence as she flew into position, prepared to lead her team to victory.